“Yes, losing your heart’s desire is tragic, but gaining your heart’s desire? That’s all you can hope for. This year I wished for love … to immerse myself in someone else and to wake a heart long afraid to feel. My wish was granted and if having that is tragic, then give me tragedy because I wouldn’t give it back for the world.”
Beyond the Commander’s door there is a place where women do not go. Not even Serena Joy. What male totems are kept in there? I guess there may be something he wants from me. To want is to have a weakness. That gives me hope. But I can’t stop thinking about that girl in the horror movie who goes into the basement when the light is out. The girl who thinks the boyfriend with the perfect hair is just playing a sexy prank. “Justin, are you down there?” and then she descends with a stupid smile to her bloody end. That girl is a fucking moron.
So I have this headcanon for an alternative ending to ACOWAR. Proceed with caution due to high levels of angst. might make into a fic idk
Mor on the battlefield and suddenly feeling something shift with her magic. Her hearing Feyre’s screams and putting the two together
Mor winnowing straight to Feyre’s side and dropping to her knees at the sight of Rhys, looking so small without his otherworldliness lying collapsed on the ground
Mor looking to Az for strength while he holds a bleeding Cassian
The High Lords dropping their life essence into Rhys and Mor holding her breath her nails digging into her hands, drawing blood without noticing
A thick heavy silence settling over the room, as Rhys doesn’t move.
Rhys is dead
Feyre’s laughter breaking the silence and everyone looking to her with confusion. Feyre whipping her head to look at the cauldron whispering Amren and Mor running over, half diving in to the cauldron desperate to find her friend.
But the Cauldron is empty
Mor looking to Az for an explanation to what is going on. Az’s shadows poking and prodding around them trying to feel what is wrong with Feyre
Az hurling himself at Helion, spell cleaver, his sword held to Helllion’s throat demanding he break whatever spell that is causing Feyre to laugh and act insane
Helion trying to calmly explain that Feyre has experienced so much pain and loss, her mind is protecting her, letting her believe that Rhys is still alive, the snapped mating bond forming a weak glamour in her mind, creating a world where both Amren and her mate are still part of it
Mor screaming at the high lords “why didn’t it work”
Az falling to his knees, his sword dropping to the ground, tears silently falling
Cassian, a silent tear rolling down his face as he reaches a hand out to Az, who had forgotten about Cassian’s need for a healer, putting his harm over his shoulder and slowly walking him out
a weak Mor, leading Feyre back to their tent, every time Feyre laughs or says his name it feels like knives stabbing Mor in the chest
Going back to Valaris. Az, Mor and Cassian burying Rhys next to his family while Feyre remains in the city
Nesta shouts and yells at Feyre trying to get her to see its not real
Seeing Feyre so lost in her own world is too much for Nesta, so Cassian agrees to move out with her, but secretly its also because everytime Feyre says Rhys’ name like her mate is in the room Cass has to suddenly leave the house and breaks down crying
Az and Mor visit Cassian as much as possible
Elain tries to care for Feyre like Feyre did for her when they were younger.
Feyre keeps going flying, Az always keeps watch when she does to ensure she doesn’t fall and hurt herself, lost in her glamour world, and sometimes joins her for the distraction
Mor has taken up a lot of Rhys’ duties and is essentially the acting-High-Lady whilst Feyre is lost to them
Mor is the only one that never loses patience with Feyre, and is always there for her with a sad smile