Journey to Spring (Tamlin)
Tbh I have a love/hate relationship with Tamlin. I loved him for the majority of ACOTAR, and had to force myself to keep loving the brute throughout the first part of ACOMAF. And though I am now irrevocably a Feysand lover, I still have feelings for Tamlin. He’s got some major issues going on, but I find myself really looking forward to his redemption arc. So as I reread the series for the ACOWAR release in May I am paying more attention to Tamlin, his struggles and flaws, and Feyre’s interactions with the High Lord of Spring. Anyway, when I read these lines I was immediately struck with the inspiration for a fic. Imo, this is the perfect spot for one, as this passage eludes to a transpired event we never had the privilege to read about. So without further ado, here is Journey to Spring.
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“He’d planned this entire arrival no doubt—keeping me unconscious so I didn’t know where I was, didn’t know the way home or what other deadly faerie territories might be lurking between me and the wall. I reached for my knife, but found only layers of frayed clothes. The thought of those claws pawing through my cloak to find my knife made my mouth go dry.” (ACOTAR pg. 48)
My mind was a whirling hailstorm as I exited the tight confines of the hovel these humans called a home. A tinge of sympathy swirled momentarily amidst the onslaught of information and emotions I was fighting to sort through. I could almost understand why she had been so desperate as to kill the wolf. Almost.