She’s mine,” he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devlon and his warriors nearby heard. “And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then you lose your head.” I tried not to shiver, as Cassian and Mor showed no reaction at all. “And once Feyre is done killing you,” Rhys smirked, “then I’ll grind your bones to dust.
(ACOMAF pg. 444)
GUYYSSS this is everything. The fact that Rhys is threatening them, and it sounds like he’d kick their asses if they hurt her
BUT THEN you realize he’s talking about Feyre and how she’ll be doing the ass kicking while he cheers her on from the sidelines
BECAUSE his mate is a BAMF and she is a weapon who can handle herself.
<p><b>Rhys:</b> Your lips are so gorgeous<p/><b>Feyre:</b> *Blank face*<p/><b>Rhys:</b> I can't stop looking at you<p/><b>Feyre:</b> *Blank face*<p/><b>Rhys:</b> Everyone in this room wants you<p/><b>Feyre:</b> *Blank face*<p/><b>Rhys:</b> Those clothes really suit you<p/><b>Feyre:</b> <p/><b></b> Then one day...<p/><b>Rhys:</b> "Am I supposed to deny," he drawled, but something sparked in those eyes, "that I find you attractive?" ( ACOMAF 367)<p/><b>Feyre:</b> "You've never said it." (ACOMAF 367)<p/><b>Rhys:</b> ........<p/></p>
"She walked until a surprisingly cold breeze swept past her. She halted.
Slowly, Celaena turned north, toward the source of the breeze, which smelled of a faraway land she hadn’t seen in eight years. Pine and snow— a city still in winter’s grasp. She breathed it in, staring across the leagues of lonely, black ocean, seeing, somehow, that distant city that had once, long ago, been her home." (Pg. 44)
"Her trembling paused for a heartbeat. She knew that breeze.<p/> She knew the chill bite beneath it, knew it carried the hint of pine and snow, knew the mountains from which it hailed. A northern breeze, a breeze of Terrasen.
She must stand up.
Pine and snow and lazy, golden summers— a city of light and music in the shadow of the Staghorn Mountains. She must stand, or be broken before she even entered Endovier." (Epilogue)
Throne of Glass:
"Of all the things he could have said, that was what she had least expected. 'My freedom?' At the sound of the word, she saw a land of pine and snow, of sun-bleached cliffs and white-capped seas, a land where light was swallowed in the velvety green of bumps and hollows— a land that she had forgotten." (Pg. 15)
Heir of Fire:
"She didn’t open her eyes, but she breathed in the smell of him, the pine and snow, and her pain settled a bit." (Pg. 373)
"The scent of pine and snow wrapped around her, and she turned to find Rowan standing against a nearby tree. He’d been there for some time now, giving her space to work herself into exhaustion." (Pg. 423)
Queen of Shadows:
"Aedion palmed his fighting knives as the male’s scent hit him— unwashed, but with a hint of pine and snow. And then he smelled Aelin on the stranger, the scent complex and layered, woven into the male himself." (Pg. 232)
"She would not apologize, nor say it was her fault. Because his death wasn’t her fault. And tonight … tonight she would settle that debt.
She wiped at her face with the back of her sleeve and got to her feet. The sun dried her tears. She smelled the pine and snow before she heard him, and when she turned, Rowan stood a few feet away, staring at the headstone behind her.
'I know who he was to you,' Rowan said softly, and held out his hand. Not to take hers, but for a stone." (Pg. 327)
"The scent of pine and snow hit her, and she realized how they had survived the fall. Aelin got to her feet, swaying." (Pg. 574)
"And the smell— of pine and snow … How had she never realized that Rowan’s scent was of Terrasen, of home? Rowan came close enough to graze her shoulder and murmured, 'I feel as if I’ve been looking for this place my entire life.' ” (pg. 645)
It all started the day she arrived in Endovier, when the scent of pine and snow reached her from the wind. It reminded her of her past, of home.
Years later when she met Rowan, she realized he had the same scent. He too, became home. He reminded her of her decision to survive even the darkest of times.
That comfort had been with her all along, from the beginning to the end.
Fro-no: likes shiny things
makes terrible choices
highkey in love with Fro-no
literally always hungry
Pipe Weed: Fool of a Took™
always has to look
what about second breakfast
Randy-buck: Sarcastic dick
Pipe Weed’s husband
totally down with murder
the smart friend