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@faenet songs + lyrics event: Nesta + Colder by Nina Nesbitt
“She hadn't felt anything in months. Had days when she didn't really know where she was or what she'd done. They passed swiftly and yet dripped by. So did the months. She'd blinked, and winter had fallen. Blinked, and her body had turned too thin. As hollow as she felt.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight
Tag Yourself: Seasonal Writer Aesthetics
Summer: peeling bare legs off the computer chair, suffering because it’s too hot for tea but it’s necessary for the Process, air conditioner rumble, a fan fluttering the curtains, laptop feebly whirring, snacking on ice cream between chapters Autumn: trees shedding their burden, a light cardigan draped over the chair just in case, long walks in search of inspiration, coffee to-go, scented candles to banish the chill from the air, reading on a park bench, jumping in puddles to jolt new words into your mind Winter: typing while sweater paws get in the way, over-caffeinated from hot drinks, wearing three blankets at the desk, falling asleep to conserve heat, waking up with divots in your cheek from the spiral-bound notebook you used as a pillow Spring: fresh wildflowers in a mason jar, windows thrown open to invite a stirring breeze, pages fluttering, the way the light glows through paper and reveals the words on the back, writing on quiet afternoons, the smell of new stationery, watering dreams and plants at the same time
litladiesnetwork’s second event: favorite minor female character ― viviane, high lady of the winter court ♡
“Viviane, meet Feyre. Feyre meet Viviane - Kallias’s wife.” I glanced at Thesan and Kallias, the latter of whom watched his wife and Mor with raised brows. “I tried to suggest she stay at home.” Kallias said drily, “but she threatened to freeze my balls off.” Rhys let out a dark chuckle. “Sounds familiar.”
@faenet event: minor characters
He didn’t try to dodge the arrow as it went clean through his wide yellow eye.
ice fey aesthetic
silvery skin and wings of glass, their voices carried in the flurries of snow that fall at dusk, only visible in the translucent moonbeams. snowflakes fall to announce their arrival, their eyes shining like mirrors in the darkness of the forest.