bones almost calling jim darlin’ by accident (because he’s head over heels in goddamn love, that’s why) and getting as far as “thanks for signing off the forms so quickly, d–” and then he falters for a millisecond and turns it into “dumbass”
!!! it’s here !!! thanks anon (also ur not weird for being a slut for angst because I am too!)
I have this automatic instinct to apologize for how i write and what i write, and I’m determined NOT to do that anymore. I will say i am sorry for how long this took me (school is GETTING IN MY WAY), and I REALLY hope people enjoy it even though it’s not perfect!! I had a lot of fun writing this and building a backstory for it - Also it’s nearly 6,000 words, so hold on to your hats!
I don’t want to spoil anything (HELION), so please feel free to read and give me your thoughts - i’m debating writing a second part depending on interest. :) thanks!!
was 7:40AM on the first day of classes, and the hallways were already filled
with students and professors as they made their way to their destinations. I
had just breezed past two people, students I assumed, who were hovering in the
hallway near my classroom.
was practicing an introduction in my head, just in case, Hi, my name is Feyre Archeron and…
what? I wondered if I should mention my age… or my preference for paints…
up in my own thoughts and believing that other students had already entered the
classroom, I just waltzed right in.
slowly stopped in my tracks because… I was the first. And the classroom was completely
empty. Whirling around, my eyes caught on the nondescript black clock above the
knew I was early since class began at 8AM sharp, but… I had passed students and
professors on my walk here. Well, since I was already here, I might as well
choose my seat.
eyes roved over the classroom, and while shrugging my backpack off, I picked my
way over to an easel stationed on the western side of the classroom.
before I reached the easel and stool, two students sauntered in – the same two
that I had breezed past just outside the classroom. They quickly surveyed the
room and selected a seat, just as I had.
female student was beautiful; she had warm brown eyes, and her long, blonde
hair was braided and fell down the center of her back. She had chosen to sit at
an easel nearby me, but closer to the door.
woman eventually looked up and caught my gaze, and I narrowed my eyes at her.
brown eyes remained impassive as she just shrugged her narrow shoulders, her
floor-length sundress rustling along the tiled floor, and gave me a small,
guilty smile. Sorry.
She didn’t look wholly repentant. They had purposely waited for someone else to
enter the classroom first, but why…?
first always gets noticed.” The other student answered my unspoken
What does that mean? My eyes snapped to where he was
seated across from me on the eastern side – in a chair with a drawing pad on
his lap, twirling a pencil between his fingers.
that I really looked, I noticed he was also very good-looking, even with the
hood shadowing parts of his face. He was dressed more simply than the female
student, and I wondered if they were together. He wore a slate-colored, cowl
neck sweatshirt, slim-cut black pants, and black combat boots.
tilted my head, confused, but he didn’t seem inclined to say anything more. As
I assessed him, I couldn’t tell whether he was an ally or a foe; his expression
was mild but unreadable, although my predator’s instinct warned me that I was
likely facing another predator.
his slumped position in the chair seemed relaxed enough, with both legs
sticking out in front of him. I had no idea what to say or whether to ask him what
he meant, but I figured, perhaps I would find out soon enough. So I ducked my
head behind my easel and continued setting up my things.
all, we were in the advanced introductory drawing class at a prestigious art
university, the Velaris School of Design. Months after submitting my
application and portfolio on a whim, I received a heavy, cream-colored envelope
containing my acceptance letter as well as other important documents, including
a course schedule. A note clipped to the schedule stated that I had been placed
into a more advanced drawing class, but I had been more than thrilled that I
had been accepted into the university at all.
I’d opened the letter, Elain had been home tending to the garden but when she
heard me screaming, she ran into the house and screamed with me. Then we called
Nesta, who surprisingly picked up on the first ring.
had a feeling it was good news,” Nesta declared after I finished speaking,
and then she added, “Congratulations, Feyre. You deserve it.”
had sounded happy for me, proud, even. It was rare for Nesta, the coldest of us
three, to show feeling, so her praise meant a lot to me.
was shaken from my reverie by the sound of students gradually filing into the
room, some in pairs and trios, and others streaming in alone. I fiddled with
the arrangement of my pencils and graphite sticks, glad I had gotten here early
so that I had a chance to observe my fellow classmates.
I cast a wandering gaze around the room, I could easily identify which students
had money, and which didn’t. Nobody noticed me, and nobody bothered to
introduce themselves but I was happy to keep to myself.
also noted that there weren’t enough easels, so students who filed in later
would only have the choice to sketch on chairs loosely arrayed around the
podium. Or stand.
of students chattering and chairs sliding filled the room; the familiar sounds
of art tools clattering was both comforting and nerve-wracking at the same time.
Sunlight streamed in overhead through narrow, horizontal windows on the
northern wall and panes of long, vertical windows on the eastern wall of the
glanced at the clock again; there were still 5 more minutes before class
tried to look preoccupied with the materials I had laid out, and my mind wandered
had been years since Hybern’s War, and luckily, my family and I had made it out
alive – well, me, my two older sisters Nesta and Elain, and my father. My
mother had died of disease during the early years of the war, but before she
passed, she had made me promise to take care of our family.
always wondered why she didn’t ask Nesta, or Elaine…
I promised her. I said yes, and… I’d learn to provide for my sisters and my
father, on my own. Alone. I hunted and killed, did things I wasn’t proud of…
the war raged endlessly, the borders and lands of Prythian had been bent and
disrupted, including our hometown. We lost our home, but saved our most
precious family valuables along with whatever we could. It was many years before
the war ended, but afterwards, the country slowly rebuilt and reknit itself
because the High Courts of Prythian all united for the cause of rebuilding our war-torn
the war was winding down, my father took advantage of society’s momentary lapse
in maintaining law and order, and he slowly began to rebuild some of his prior
fortune. The money he slowly accumulated was just a fraction of the prior
wealth we had all known, but it was more than we had had in a long, long while.
still remembered and resented my father had been a lifeless husk, useless after
his wife, our mother, had passed into the void…
even though it took a while, he saved enough money to eventually move us to
Velaris, the City of Starlight. The city had been closed off for hundreds of
years, but after the war, the High Lord of the Night Court had welcomed all
those who wished to seek refuge.
us to Velaris was perhaps the best thing our father had ever done for us. Within
a year and a half, Elaine had met and married well to a serious but kind man
named Graysen Tolliver. And Nesta was off doing, well, whatever it was that
Nesta did – within a few months, she had quickly enrolled at a university in
Velaris that focused on literature and knowledge.
now I was here, in this classroom. It wasn’t the time to be thinking about the
to be grateful for what I had now, and the future.
took a swig from my water bottle to try and clear my mind, noticing that the
students near the door were starting to shift nervously and whisper in a hush. My
eyes snapped to the focus of their attention – a woman now sweeping into the
room, who I assumed was our art professor.
bright red hair was streaked with thick strands of white, lending evidence to
her older age. I noticed her eyes next, which were ice-blue and hawk-like, as
if she could simply see right through you. She wore a long, slim, navy-blue
gown with pearls dotting her ears and silver bangles on her wrists.
she stepped onto the podium with a no-nonsense demeanor. She commanded most of
the room’s presence, as the students around me silenced near instantly.
didn’t know too much about our art professor, only that she was renowned for
her skills and that many lords and ladies often commissioned incredible works
from her. So perhaps, it was to be expected that the fire-haired artist would feel
so intimidating to students in an introductory art course.
took a moment to relish in that thought – finally, finally I had the luxury of
taking art courses, of honing artistic skills beyond my penchant for painting.
I had worked hard, fought hard for my family, and now I finally had the chance
to do something for myself. To attend university, and pursue art…
professor stood on the podium. Clasping her hands behind her back, she cleared
her throat. Every single pair of eyes in the classroom was already on her.
hawk-eyes were initially trained on the door, but eventually her penetrating
stare roved around the room. “Well, it seems like most of us are here. Welcome,
students. My name is Anaxandra Agnes. I do not want to waste precious class
time with too many words, so I will assume you have all perused the syllabus before
you stepped over the threshold. If not, there are copies of the syllabus on the
table in the back.”
gestured towards the stack of syllabi with one hand, and some students turned
to look towards where she pointed. Then she clasped her hands behind her back
Anaxandra Agnes began pacing slowly in a circle. “For today’s class, you
will be showing me what you can do. If you are serious about art but cannot
handle the pressure or expected to get an easy grade, you should probably leave
paused, and the whole room held their breath, collectively wondering if anyone
the door creaked open, and the whole room directed their attention to the tall,
dark-haired man that slipped into the room, wearing an impeccably cut black
tunic and pants. I craned my neck and watched as he immediately slunk off to a
corner, seeing all of the eyes upon him.
got up to leave, so Professor Agnes continued. “I also don’t tolerate
tardiness” – she turned and looked pointedly at the male who had just
entered – “and contrary to popular belief, there is such thing as stupid questions.”
apologies, Professor. Prior engagements ensnared me.” The gentleman in the
corner sketched a bow. I was surprised to hear that he sounded confident and
that his voice was rich and deep, like red wine.
crossed her face, and to everyone’s surprise, the professor huffed a sigh and
placed a hand on her hip. “Oh, Rhysand. You know I don’t like to make exceptions,
though I could barely see him, I was willing to bet money that the tall man –
Rhysand? – was smirking.