Feysand fluff, going to their first play or theatre event (because Feyre has never been in the mortal realm)
I am beautiful. I spun in front of the mirror, admiring my form in the tight black dress. The back was completely open, and the front went up around my neck, almost looking like a collar. My hair was braided to go over my shoulder, and a black diadem was placed on my head. I knew Rhys had a matching one on and was waiting down stairs. I smiled at myself one last time and went to meet him in the sitting room.
He let out a long whistle when i reached the bottom step. I looked at him and my skin lit up slightly, causing me to blush and push the light away. “Feyre darling, do you see something you like?” He smirked. He was his usual all black get up,with of course the matching crown. But the way he was smiling, the look of pure happiness in his face, made me want to shine as bright as the stars. “Shut up,” I laughed, “Where are we going anyway?”
He had been doing something behind my back for awhile, and of course it drove me crazy and made me think the worst. But every night he would hold me close and tell me how much he loves me and that he promised I would know soon enough. This morning, he simply said I would stop worrying about him disappearing after going on our date tonight.
I insisted on not wearing the diadem, it felt strange walking around Velaris dressed as High Lady of the Night Court, but he insisted I look my best and proudly walk the streets as High Lady. I only let him get away with it because he was so excited about tonight.
“Lets go!” he cheered, linking elbows with me and pulled me to the starry streets.
We mostly walked in silence. He was smiling brightly and would occasionally kiss the top of my head. Was I going mad? I would look up at him, and he would just smile back. What the hell? Did he honestly not notice that no one was on the streets? Every so often someone would walk out of their shops and wave to us, or someone would look around the corner of a building and hide.
“Rhys seriously whats-” “We’re here.” He interrupted. I looked ahead and my jaw dropped. The theater. I’ve always wanted to come here. But it was quiet. The lights were off. “Is there even a performance tonight?” I asked. Maybe he thought there was one tonight and he was wrong. That still wouldn’t explain why he was missing. “Yes, Feyre I’m not stupid.” he laughed. “Debatable.” I whispered under my breath. He chuckled and took my hand, “I’ve been waiting for tonight. My favorite story is being preformed. It’s called Savior! Its based on a legend.” He practically ran inside, pulling me up a flight of stairs. We took a seat in what i assumed was his private box.
It was so quiet. And dark. I couldn’t feel anyone else in here. I was about to start freaking out when the lights turned on on the stage. I looked to the crowd to see if anyone else was there, but it looked like a dark abyss. I looked at Rhys questioningly. He threw his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.
I was about to start considering if he was drunk as I looked back to the stage and froze. The scene was in a snowy forest. It was gloomy and sad. A small girl ran across the stage and stopped in the center. She had on shabby clothes and torn up boots with a bow in hand and a quiver slung around her back. She took out a arrow and notched it, and tried hard to pull it back. She aimed and fired it to the side of the stage, but it didn’t fly, it fell a few feet in front of her. The small girl picked up the arrow, then rubbed her belly. She was hungry. She walked off the stage.