Life tastes better with a dash of snobbery.
i hate not being able to put my emotions in to words. i dont know the right words to say, im not able to articulate, like kate it drives me insane. which is a good word with which to describe me, insane. for i truly despise normalcy, for that would be the worst thing in the world, to be, normal.
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If you're still taking requests, the Archeron sisters are born fae and Nesta is a high ranking member of High Lords Eris council when she meets Cassian, a sworn enemy, and the mating bond snaps in place
Oh this one really sparked creative joy …
(Pt 1)
“Who is that?” Nesta felt him long before he entered the room. Felt the air in the Day palace shift, felt a rush of sandalwood and aged pine waft over her senses. But she managed to wait until the male actually entered the room to inquire.
It was the first time the Night Court had deigned to attend a High Lord’s meeting in Nesta’s researched memory. Which was which was different from her own, relatively short memory, being only 91. Nesta’s researched memory spanned the entire history of Prythian. A carefully patched together collection of textbook chapters and stories from every High Lord she could get to drink a little too much honey wine. Which was every High Lord. Except for Eris, who she didn’t need to trick, and Rhysand, who she had never met.
Rhysand was a recluse. The Night Court it’s own beast entirely. Many said only evil existed there, but Nesta knew that wasn’t true. She knew that because while Eris went tight jawed whenever the topic came up, Helion’s eyes always slid into molten gold as he spoke of the Inner Circle of Night. Helion was a lot of things, but he didn’t want to fuck evil bastards. Well, other than her at times, Nesta smirked to herself.
“Absolutely not,” Eris shook his head. Readjusted the circlet on his brow and steered her away from the giant of a male whose gaze had settled quite determinedly on her. “I know you love to take a random delegate to bed for the week at such events, Nesta, and as much as it bruises my ego, I know that you are not a female to be tamed,” Nesta rolled her eyes at his dramatics. She just hoped he wasn’t about to propose again. Third in command of Autumn was a job she had fought and scraped and, quite literally, killed for. Lady of Autumn was a job she would kill to avoid. “But not him.”
“Not him?” Nesta turned her gaze back to Eris, “or not anyone from Night?”
Eris grinned, “Oh my sweet I would never be so cruel. If you drag that shadow singer into your bed I will raise a toast in your honour.”
Nesta smirked at the challenge.
“You never answered my question. Who is he?”
Eris sighed. Deeply. “Cassian. General of the Night Court.” Nesta raised her eyebrows, “Don’t look so impressed, sweet, I’m not used to the expression on your face. Throws off my delicate equilibrium.”
Nesta rolled her eyes, “I’ve just heard Night is quite the cacophony of forces blended into one. Must be difficult to manage them all.”
“Not for the right male.” Nesta didn’t look away from Eris as the voice flooded every sense in her body, starting on her right side. She only let out a heaving, exasperated breath. Great, another overpuffed, egotistical-
Breath caught hard in Nesta’s throat the second she turned to find herself face to face with the male. A spike lodged against her windpipe.
“You,” he breathed.” Smirk falling from his face. The clear desire for conquest that had been present only a second ago eddied completely and he raised a single, reverent, hand.
Nesta moved backwards to avoid physical contact. “Well,” she looked back up at her High Lord, “this is going to be a problem.”
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“I’m not leaving her here.” Cassian slammed his hand on the table that he, Rhys, and Az sat at. Their own private wing in Helion’s palace had never felt too small before, but now…
“No,” Rhys said dryly, “obviously she would not stay in Day.”
“I’m not letting her go back to Autumn!” Cassian growled, in no mood for Rhys’ pedantic word play today. “No way in hells. I’m not letting-“
“This is not some random Autumn court citizen,” Rhys seethed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “She’s not a victim or a prisoner to be liberated, she’s,” Rhys sighed, “she’s his third in command for Cauldron’s sake!”
“Eris is very determined to make her second in command,” Azriel said carefully. A shadow curling around his ear, whispering all of Autumn’s secrets.
“She doesn’t look like a general.” General was not the second position in Night, but it was in most of the other courts. Including Autumn, by Cassian’s recollection. Second in command was a big burly male named-
“Let me rephrase.” Azriel levelled Cassian with a blank stare. “Eris has offered the female a position that does not usually come with power, but promised it would make her second in command. To entice her to accept.”
Cassian went still. Rhys swore under his breath. “Right.” Cassian cracked his neck to the side, “I’m going to murder him.”
“Cass!” Rhys’ voice was more exhausted than it was authoritative. “There are so many reasons you can’t murder Eris. As you well know.”
“If he doesn’t give me my mate-”
“Listen to yourself,” Rhys shook his head. “You sound like everything you hate about Eris. Give her to you? She is not a new sword, she’s a person, Cass.”
“She. Is. Mine.”
Azriel raised an eyebrow. Rhys cocked his head to the side. They didn’t know what to do with this version of Cassian. It wasn’t him. Really, it wasn’t. He believed that females had a right to choose. He would never force a mating bond. It was wrong and horrible and…
She was his.
He was hers.
She was his.
He was hers.
That was all he could think. Every rational thought in his mind was wiped clean by that pulsing, vibrating set of truths inside of his brain.
He commanded armies but was no longer in control of his own body. His body, he suddenly realized, had never been his own. It was never created for his own protection or pleasure. It was for hers.
He existed because of her.
And now people, his own brothers, were trying to tell him that he wasn’t allowed to find her. The reason for his existence.
“If you try to make me leave this court without her I will level your entir-“
“Let’s just talk, before we make threats we don’t mean.” Azriel broke in amicably.
“Oh, I mean it.”
“I am not trying to deny you your mate, brother.” Rhys rolled his eyes. “I’m just being practical.”
Easy to say when your heart wasn’t crashing a tidal wave against your chest and your mind wasn’t completely clouded with-
The door opened. “Easy, general,” Helion grinned. “Only me.” Cassian snarled, unimpressed. “Well then, I was expecting some tension, but this - he’s usually the reasonable one.”
“Liar,” Rhys scoffed. “You will have to forgive my brother. I’m considering sending him home until he regains control of his mental faculties.” Cassian did not appreciate the joke and growled yet again, lower and deeper in his throat.
“Poor Nesta,” Helion sighed. Cassian went still. “Oh, right. You wouldn’t even know her name yet. She and Eris certainly did rush off quickly.”
“Nesta,” Cassian whispered, the name a prayer on his lips.
“Yes, Nesta. Brilliant female, proud. Beautiful, obviously. Cold, but in a calculated sort of way. Brilliant really is the word. Makes me consider this whole equal match thing the cauldron claims.”
“Where is she?” Cassian took three quick steps forward, stopping just short of fisting his hands in Helion’s tunic.
“Not back in the Autumn Court yet, thanks to me.” The High Lord of Day looked down on him. “But I won’t let you see her until you get it together.”
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“Let’s just go home, Eris.” Nesta sighed, turning to look out the wall of windows in their private rooms. Helion did always give them a particularly nice suite.
“This isn’t a delegate who got a little too attached over the course of a week, Nesta.” Eris shook his head, “You can’t run away from this. You have to talk to him. He will find you if you don’t. He’ll … you don’t know what the General of Night is capable of.”
Nesta raised an eyebrow, “So enlighten me.”
“They call him the Lord of Bloodshed,” Eris sighed, moving to sit next to her. Eyes trained seriously on her face. “500 years ago, during the human war, he was nothing but a grunt and he tore through entire legions on his own.”
“Which side?” Eris rose an eyebrow. “Which side did he fight on? In the human war?”
Eris lowering his head into his hands was answer enough. Nesta was obsessed with the human war, slightly obsessed with humans in general, if she was being honest. It always seemed so unfair how they had been treated. And even now … Nesta knew that humans suffered below the wall. She had seen it first hand.
If her mate fought on the other side that would be an easy solution. This, however, her mate being a hero of humanity … that made perfect sense. And Eris hated it.
Nesta even hated it, if she was being honest. She wasn’t prepared for a mate yet.
“He wants to meet you.” Helion’s voice sounded through the room.
“Over my dead body,” Eris growled.
“I’m sure Cassian would be happy to arrange that.”
Nesta looked up at Helion, confused. There was something these males weren’t telling her.
“He doesn’t deserve to meet her,” Eris waved a hand through the air. “He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.”
“I think,” Nesta said carefully, “that is my decision to make.” Eris turned to her quickly, a sigh on his lips. He knew better than to argue.
“You do not know the Night Court, Nesta. They will steal you away given half the chance. Rhysand is a bastard, but he is fiercely loyal to his inner circle. If he believes you belong to his General, he will not hesitate to force you to Night.”
Helion shuffled a little on his feet, but made no comment. Nesta looked up at him, “You know Night better than anyone else.” They never would have agreed to join this meeting if it wasn’t hosted at Helion’s palace. They trusted him, as much as Night trusted anyone. “Would they do that?”
“Yes,” Helion said without blinking. “They would, but they will not. I have spoken to the General already. He only wishes to speak with you alone.”
“That is a trick and you know it,” Eris seethed.
“Not in my Territory it isn’t.” Helion stood up straighter, shoulders pressed back. “They know the consequences of breaking my decree. Nesta is under my protection and that will be respected.”
“Nesta is under my protection,” Eris spat. Then, when Nesta glared at him, he added,“She is part of my council, after all.”
“I would like to meet him.” Nesta nodded to Helion. Then turned back to Eris, “If Night is as you say it is then I will learn quickly what this male is made of and we can move on forever.”
“And if he pretends to be things he is not?”
“You will have to trust me, Eris.” Nesta nodded once, “Trust my judgement. It told me to trust you.”
Eris sighed, but nodded. “I’m coming with you.”