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nesta tries not to frown at the mention of lucien, although she does lift an eyebrow at the way eris shrugs off a compliment. her feelings about elain’s mate have been muddled since the moment she met him, and remain muddled still despite the fact that she has grown to respect him. at the very least, she respects the version of him she’s pieced together from stories overheard about the way he PROTECTED feyre, and the courtesy he has afforded elain by giving her space. perhaps one day ( in the very distant future ) she’ll forge her own friendship with the new heir of the day court, but for now her focus is on strengthening their connection with autumn’s future high lord.
she keeps her features neutral. it’s usually easy to do so with eris; he too is skilled at wearing a mask. in a strange way it makes their interactions comfortable. she won’t allow him to know where he stands, and she knows he won’t either. the unpredictability is somehow predictable.
but at his invitation her lip twitches - just slightly - and she keeps her steely gaze on his sizzling eyes as she curls her arm around his in answer. nesta even rests her free hand on his bicep; insinuating a level of intimacy that may just cause the whispers he’s striving for. “ the high lord is always far too smug - but in my experience, they all are. spending time with you makes me wonder if it’s something you all practise from birth. ”
there was no question that the male beside her was autumn incarnate. he possessed the grace of the inevitability of change, the blend of melancholy and mirth at the notion. but even so she can’t help but notice that he seems at ease here; in a way that even those who belonged here didn’t always. “ if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you like it here… don’t tell me it’s the company. ”
he would have married her. he suspected, as they stand side by side overlooking the milling crowds of this place beneath the mountain, a court of self proclaimed nightmares; that he would have probably grown to love her. eris vanserra is a man who does not love easily, reserved for the few, harshness and coldness are given to the rest. but, he is not without compassion. and nesta archeron is a woman who deserves both respect, and compassion.
‘ i suspect my brother burns more like the solar than i, but i accept the compliment nonetheless. ‘ a dip to his head as he inclines his gaze to her. profile turned to the crowds as he moves to focus on her alone. lucien recently was recognised as heir to the day court, his golden light more sun than fire. but eris cannot pretend he didn’t know. or that he begrudged his mother a moment of peace or joy she’d found.
fingers flex as he moves, offering an arm — ‘ shall we terrorise the masses? i suspect a rumoured alliance might cause quite the stir. and the night court lord seems too smug for my liking. ‘
what’s a little good natured antagonism between court allies after all? there is no expectation, no demand, only an offer. he may be allied with the night court for the eventuality of disposing of his father. but he will be an ally if she wishes it.
look at you, glowing like a solar fire. // eris & nesta // @moondevoured
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nesta is breathless by the time the piece of music comes to an end, but the adrenaline is still coursing steadily in her veins and has her holding eris’ hand with just as much fervour as when he was spinning her across the floor. she guides him away from the dancefloor; further away from the prying eyes that burn their way into her back. the layout of the hewn city still evades her, but instinct kicks in and leads her to a quiet spot. her heart is hammering as she eyes him carefully, strangely concerned about his response to her upcoming words after the intimacy of their dance, but she’s tired of keeping secrets – of being a pawn.
“ i need to apologise to you. for letting you believe that something could ever come of this. the truth is i don’t want to get married. not to anyone. not for a long time. a wife is all i was ever meant to be and now that i have the opportunity to be something more than that... i don’t want to be someone’s wife, especially not for an alliance. ” silence fills the air, even as she can hear the instruments start up again from the great hall, but when eris’ lips meet her own it’s the sound of ringing that fills her ears. she’s still at first, back rigid with the confusion and surprise, but after a few moments she lifts herself up onto her toes – returning the kiss despite the voice in her head wondering what about her words possessed him to want to kiss her.