@TheSlytherinHoe263
GUESS WHICH BITCH'S BDAY IT IS TODAYYYYYYYYY!
and on an unhappier note, i am going on hiatus as things r really bad rn and i really dont have the mental capacity to deal with all the hate me and @Nott_merlinn r getting rn for something we have repeatedly said we didnt do yet people blame us for.
This account may be deleted in a month so Eunji, if I dont respond 2 ur texts...pls understand.
AARON WARNER'S BIRTHDAY WAS ON APRIL 24TH AND MINE IS ON 25TH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-
Aaron Warner Anderson, chief commander and regent of Sector 45, son of
the supreme commander of The Reestablishment.
He has a soft spot for fashion.
I don’t know what I’ll do if he keeps talking I don’t know what I’ll do and I
don’t trust myself “I want to know where to touch you,” he says. “I want to
know how to touch you. I want to know how to convince you to design a smile
just for me.” I feel his chest rising, falling, up and down and up and down and
“Yes,” he says. “I do want to be your friend.” He says “I want to be your best
friend in the entire world.”
I can’t think.
I can’t breathe
“I want you,” he says. He says “I want all of you. I want you inside and out
and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you.” He says it like
it’s a lit cigarette lodged in his throat, like he wants to dip me in warm honey and
he says “It’s never been a secret. I’ve never tried to hide that from you. I’ve
never pretended I wanted anything less.”
“You—you said you wanted f-friendship—”
“Yes,” he says, he swallows, “I did. I do. I do want to be your friend.” He
nods and I register the slight movement in the air between us. “I want to be the
friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into
your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be
that kind of friend,” he says. “The one who will memorize the things you say as
well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve,
every freckle, every shiver of your body, Juliette—”
Im probably gonna delete this acc- i cant take it anymore.
“She’s your mate,” Amren bit at me. “Not your spy. Go get her.”
“She is my mate. And my spy,” I said too quietly. “And she is the
High Lady of the Night Court.”
“What?” Mor whispered.
I caressed a mental finger down that bond now hidden deep, deep
within us, and said, “If they had removed her other glove, they would
have seen a second tattoo on her right arm. The twin to the other. Inked
last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my
High Lady.”
“Not—not consort,” Amren blurted, blinking. I hadn’t seen her
surprised in … centuries.
“Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court.” My
equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside
mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and
child-rearing. My queen.
So I held his gaze. “I never knew Illyrians were such morose drunks.”
“I’m not drunk—I’m drinking,” he said, his teeth flashing a bit.
“Again, semantics.” I leaned back in my seat, wishing I’d brought my
coat. “Maybe you should have slept with Cresseida after all—so you
could both be sad and lonely together.”
“So you’re entitled to have as many bad days as you want, but I can’t
get a few hours?”
“Oh, take however long you want to mope. I was going to invite you
to come shopping with me for said lacy little unmentionables, but … sit
up here forever, if you have to.”
He didn’t respond.
I went on, “Maybe I’ll send a few to Tarquin—with an offer to wear
them for him if he forgives us. Maybe he’ll take those blood rubies right
back.”
His mouth barely, barely tugged up at the corners. “He’d see that as a
taunt.”
“I gave him a few smiles and he handed over a family heirloom. I bet
he’d give me the keys to his territory if I showed up wearing those
undergarments.”
“Someone thinks mighty highly of herself.”
“Why shouldn’t I? You seem to have difficulty not staring at me day
and night.”
There it was—a kernel of truth and a question.
“Am I supposed to deny,” he drawled, but something sparked in those
eyes, “that I find you attractive?”
“You’ve never said it.”
“I’ve told you many times, and quite frequently, how attractive I find
you.”
I shrugged, even as I thought of all those times—when I’d dismissed
them as teasing compliments, nothing more. “Well, maybe you should do
a better job of it.”
The gleam in his eyes turned into something predatory. A thrill went
through me as he braced his powerful arms on the table and purred, “Is
that a challenge, Feyre?”
I held that predator’s gaze—the gaze of the most powerful male in
Prythian. “Is it?”
-ACOMAF, Chp 38
Going to Zermatt, Switzerland and Bali during the holidays bc Zermatt is apparently EXACTLY like Velaris from ACOTAR and i just finished reading ACOMAF and Bali bc W A T E R F A L L SSSSSSSS sooooo-
