Silver

Astera, lounging in an armchair with a book abandoned in her lap: If I had a title that didn't directly tie me to my home court or my brother, what would it be?

Cassian, immediately: Shadowfucker

Azriel, after a few moments of contemplation: Lady of Nightmares

Cassian: That one's good. She's terrifying.

Astera, cracking an eye open to glance at Cassian: I'm not that bad, Cass

Cassian, side eyeing her: . . . Riiiiiiiighhhht

Rhysand, smirking:

Astera, with a sigh: Rhys, I swear to gods. . . If you say 'the High Lord's whore'

Rhysand: I didn't. . . Say anything. But you did, darling

Astera, regretting asking the question: Yeah, I won't be the High Lord's whore tonight

Rhysand, gaping at her: Now that's not fair

Azriel, raising an eyebrow at her: Who will you be?

Astera, casually: Shadowfucker, probably. . .

Cassian: Can. . . Can I?

Astera: Maybe

Your honor, they're so silly. I love them.

Be grateful that yall are partially spared from Silver's late night horny posting. I've deleted multiple posts going absolutely feral for Azriel, Cassian, Rhysand, and Lucien but now I'm afraid I can't hold back much longer. . .

Lucien Vanserra? Bro has had me hooked since the first book. Fine as fuck. Fanart? Immaculate. Exactly how I imagined him. Fuckable, traumatized, ginger man with fire in his blood. SMASH, no hesitation

Rhysand? You mean the main shadow daddy? HAD ME ON MY KNEES SINCE 'There you are. I've been looking for you.' BROOOOOOOOO. Spread me across that table like a charcuterie board and devour me like your last meal.

Cassian? Don't look at me with those beautiful hazel eyes and that sense of humor, Mr Sexy General Sir. Don't you DARE. Assertive? Fearless? Ruggedly handsome? Dear gods. Fuck. Me.

Azriel? THE LARGER THE WINGSPAN THE BIGGER THE —. . . Listen. . . Quiet type? Hazel eyes? Mysterious persona? His shadows? A scarred pretty boy who deserves nothing but the best of love? Listen. . . I'm not saying I'd let him bend me like a pretzel, but. . . That's exactly what I'm saying. If he looked at me for too long I'd fold like a cheap suit.

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Azriel stood, extending his hand out to me. For a moment, I debated taking it. . . But it was late. Much later than I usually went inside. . . And on this night, and every one before it for the last fifty years, there was nothing.

I grasped his hand and stood. He guided me inside — the warmth of the town house hitting like a ton of bricks. The hearth burned hot in the living room, forcing me to shuck the warm outer layers and drape them over the back of the couch on my way to the stairs.

My hand dragged through Cassian's black, shoulder length hair in passing; he never once woke up. He was sprawled out on the opposite end of the couch, his massive membranous wings cocooned around him like a blanket — his mouth was hung open, snores rumbling through his chest and throat as he slept peacefully.

I decided I liked it best when he could rest uninterrupted.

Azriel disappeared to the room he claimed before I could say goodnight or retreat to my room at the top of the stairs.

When I finally retreated, my warm bed greeted me with soft ivory and cream. The bed set been the first thing I'd ever selected myself. . . When my father was alive and the High Lord of the Winter Court, everything was in his image entirely.

And when something, feeling akin to a tug mixed with the vibrations of a symphony drew me to the Night Court, I went with my mother to visit the Illyrian camps and chose to stay even when she left.

Do not steal this. It may be fanfiction, but it took me three hours to properly phrase this part when writing for the actual chapter. Reblogs/Notes are good and encouraged, as well as feedback, however I will not tolerate anyone taking any portion of my hard work and claiming it as their own. 💙

Incorrect quotes, featuring my newest oc: Astera!

I rarely make oc's anymore, but, your honor, I love her.

Astera: I hate you sometimes.

Cassian : Well according to this picture Rhysand drew of us holding hands that's not true.

Astera: Cassian — you drew that.

Cassian : It doesn't matter.

Azriel: Can you please just apologize to Rhys?

Astera: Fine, but I have to warn you that this may make me a nicer, better person and that is not who you fell in love with.

Rhysand: Adults are the most insanely stupid people I have the displeasure of interacting with.

Azriel, referring to himself and Astera: Even us?

Rhysand: Especially you guys.

Astera:

Azriel:

Astera: Petition to kick Rhys out so he stops insulting us.

Azriel: Seconded.

Azriel: *accidentally eats something too spicy so his eyes start to water*

Astera: Az, look at me. It's okay. I would die for you. I love you so much. You're the best person I know.

Azriel: I'm not crying?

Astera, hugging Azriel's head: Shhhhhhh, it's okay.

Cassian, eating a meal with everyone: I poisoned one of our glasses. . . But I forgot which one.

Astera, eyeing Amren and Mor looking like they want to murder each other: The way this dinner is going, I pray to Mother that it’s mine.

Astera, holding onto Rhys for dear life: This is tied for most terrifying day of my life!

Rhys, laughing: Tied with what?

Astera: Every other day of my life!

Cassian : Are you busy?

Astera, unpinning her hair: Yes.

Cassian : Cool, listen to this. . .

Astera:

Rhysand: How’s practice going?

Astera: Terrible. I want to stab everyone there.

Rhysand: Okay, just don’t get any blood on your clothes.

Astera: . . . You shouldn’t be condoning this. . .

Rhysand: Don’t tell me how to live my life, Astera.

Rhysand: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Astera, without hesitation: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Rhysand, horrified: Stop.

Azriel: You asked. . .