Rowaelin + 5, Crying Because apparently I haven't had enough Rowaelin angst
Rowaelin-Nightmares and Healing
Here we are. I LOVE angsty prompts, the feelsssss. Here is my promise, lovely friend! Sorry this was delayed. My fanfics have been postponed longer than they should have been. I was sick, as some of you may know, but guess what: I have a sore throat, AGAIN. Honestly, this time, screw it. I’m not going to coddle a cold. So we are getting back to fanfics:)
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She felt the chains cut into her skin, the chains Maeve had clicked onto her wrists, ankles, waist, neck. The dungeons in Doranelle were dank, the scent heavy and suffocating, scents of dirty water, and moist mold. Aelin had grown used to the tang of it, for she spent hours in the cells. Maeve found them them fitting, keeping the queen of light locked within the dark.
“Aelin,” a voice sounded. “Aelin,” it crooned. She recognized it as Maeve, entering the dungeons. “Niece, it’s trophy-time,”
Aelin growled. “Stay away from me,”
Maeve laughed, the sound wicked. “I shall come as close as I like,”
Aelin shook her head as the dark queen’s face appeared in front of her cell.
“Aelin,” Rowan urged. “Aelin, wake up. That’s not where you are. You are here, with me, safe. Forever. Forever, I will always keep you safe.”
Aelin opened her eyes, breaths coming in gasps. She lay in her and Rowan’s large bed within Orynth’s castle, not dungeons within Doranelle. Not Doranelle. Not dungeon. Never again.
Bed. Not. Dungeon.
Rowan’s eyes were wide as he hovered over her, his hands on her face. “Aelin, Aelin, calm down. It’s okay. You are safe. You are free.”
She felt her eyes adjust to the dark and starry night, shown from the windows that frequently peppered the walls of their elegant bedroom. Sometimes, when they opened them, breezes would float in. Rowan made a show of them, to her delight.
Her Fae male rested his forehead against her sweat-beaded one. “It’s alright, Fireheart. It’s alright.” Aelin wondered whether he was also trying to convince himself of that, but it didn’t matter. She needed to hear it. She laid her hands over Rowan’s which lingered on her red cheeks. “It’s okay,” she breathed, an echo to his own words. “It’s okay.
Aelin really, really, wasn’t trying to contradict herself, but she could not stop the tears that began streaming down her face. Rowan wiped them away with a finger, vanishing even a trace of them, each new drop that slid down her skin. He lightly kissed her forehead, her cheekbones, her jawline, her nose, but not her lips. Not her lips, so she could gather her breath and kiss him when she was ready. Rowan simply rearranged himself so that she lay slightly on top of him, her back on his strong, solid chest. He wrapped his muscled arms around Aelin, tucking her close as she could come, while still showering her head with kisses, and stroking her silk hair.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. Aelin was facing towards a window with bright stars, but she wanted to see his face, her mate’s face. Rowan helped her turn around in his arms, before gripping her tightly once more, and she snuggling against him. The Queen of Terrasen still took gasping breaths, but she was slowly stabling herself; Rowan was helping tremendously. One hand rubbing her back, the other mindlessly running down her hair. Aelin tucked her head into his neck, and the hand petting her moved to lazy, circular strokes on her cheek. Once more, he whispered, “I’ve got you.”
She nodded. “I know. I’ve got you, too.” And indeed Aelin did, for not only had she gratefully accepted Rowan’s soul and heart entwined with her own, she’d thrown her arms around his waist, and wasn’t loosening her grip.
Aelin had stopped crying, but she still sniffled a little bit. Rowan reached to the teakwood nightstand next to their bed for a tissue, which after using, Aelin threw on the floor. Her carranam chuckled. “My Aelin,” he murmured against her hair. “My Aelin.”
At once, Aelin lifted her lips to his, the arrival to a wait that had been patient all night.
So, what did you guys think of that one? I know it was short, but hey, feels are feels, right? Did you feel any? I hope so. I did:) Tell me your feedback, what you liked, what you didn’t! What can I fix? Thanks guys! I appreciate you all so much:)