beauty gir

There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall sleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.

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Feysand - shopping

“You didn’t have to come, you know.”

“I know. But maybe I just wanted to spend some time with my beautiful, brilliant, wonderful gir-“

Feyre cut him off with a scowl. “Whatever. And stop complaining. I’ll be done in a minute.” But – if she was being honest – she could have stayed in here forever. A tiny little art store hidden away from the commercial stores. A place she hadn’t even known was there. It was like she had died and gone to art–heaven.

Her boyfriend, on the other hand, didn’t seem to think so.

Rhys was currently following her round, an adorable frown on his stupidly perfect face. “You said that ten minutes ago. And it’s not that I object to you shopping but –“

She cut him off again. “I know. But, then again, I could always use these paints…” She paused to gesture to the display of watercolours in front of them, “To paint you.” And – just in case he hadn’t caught her meaning – she bit her lip coyly, delighting at the look in Rhys’s eyes as he tracked the movement.

“Well,” He said, his voice considerably rougher than it had been a moment ago, “Nude would be best.”

It took all of Feyre’s willpower to turn her face away, to break the hungry stare that Rhys was sending her. A stare that would usually send them both hurtling towards one another, clothes soon discarded without a second thought. “Then give me five more minutes, and I’ll get back to you on that.” Her voice was teasing, but laced with a desire she thought would never go away, not with him.

“Five minutes. And then we can get to the real fun, Feyre darling.”

A wicked smile appeared on her face as she replied, “There’s just one more store I’d like to shop at before we go home. You know the one, I’m sure.”

Rhys raised an eyebrow, mirroring her smirk. Oh, he definitely knew which shop she meant, if the way his eyes darkened slightly was any indication. But he still asked, “Oh? And what shop might that be?”

“You know, the one that sells little lacy things. I’m sure you’ve appreciated the garments before. Why, you almost ripped one off me the other night…” Her toes curled in her boots at the words, her mind wandering back to a place that was entirely too inappropriate to be thinking of in public.

Rhys’s eyes had clouded with lust, and Feyre was certain hers were the same. “Five minutes, then.” He said, his voice guttural.

“I think I’m done.” Feyre replied, her own voice betraying her need. She followed the words with a suggestive look, one that had Rhys reaching for her hand, both of them giggling like teenagers.

It was safe to say that the afternoon – and the long night that followed – were perfect.