( he spares a moment once the door closes shut to pick up a shirt from a pile and put it on, feeling gross from the sweat on his skin, but he's not about to suggest they take this conversation to the shower. he can tolerate sticky skin as long as it takes for them to hash everything out — which won't happen, if he has a naked feyre anywhere near his vicinity. now offering that small distance, rhys leans against the door and crosses his arms over his chest, watching her closely.
it's fairly obvious from the room that he and alina have been more than close with each other — he's not trying to hide it, and they will have to talk about it, but right now it's one step at a time. the most important questions come first — naturally, feyre would be put into a spaceship in the sky, and all her questions would be about the safety of other people. feyre's like that. generous and caring. )
It's just me here. Now, you. ( it'd been a lot like his time under the mountain. isolated. falling back on old habits, into old masks he used to wear. he bites his lip in thought for a moment, wobbling his head from side to side. ) Your sisters are fine. ( well, nesta is nesta, but — she's fine enough that rhys doesn't have to get into it. ) Cassian's wings were saved, and now they're healed and working just fine. Azriel, Mor, everyone. They're all fine.
( he brings a hand up to purse against his mouth, thumb rubbing his lower lip back and forth in contemplation. rhys is not dumb enough to believe he can keep anything hidden from feyre, not when they're so interwoven, so happy living in each others minds. but is saying it all what's best for her? should he even be making that decision?
no. it's feyre's choice and it always is. clicking his tongue, rhys pulls a small face, half cringing and half apologetic. )
To be honest with you ... everything with the Hybern King happened awhile ago. Months ago, even before my arrival here. The last thing I remember is celebrating Winter Solstice with you — your first birthday in Velaris.
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it's fairly obvious from the room that he and alina have been more than close with each other — he's not trying to hide it, and they will have to talk about it, but right now it's one step at a time. the most important questions come first — naturally, feyre would be put into a spaceship in the sky, and all her questions would be about the safety of other people. feyre's like that. generous and caring. )
It's just me here. Now, you. ( it'd been a lot like his time under the mountain. isolated. falling back on old habits, into old masks he used to wear. he bites his lip in thought for a moment, wobbling his head from side to side. ) Your sisters are fine. ( well, nesta is nesta, but — she's fine enough that rhys doesn't have to get into it. ) Cassian's wings were saved, and now they're healed and working just fine. Azriel, Mor, everyone. They're all fine.
( he brings a hand up to purse against his mouth, thumb rubbing his lower lip back and forth in contemplation. rhys is not dumb enough to believe he can keep anything hidden from feyre, not when they're so interwoven, so happy living in each others minds. but is saying it all what's best for her? should he even be making that decision?
no. it's feyre's choice and it always is. clicking his tongue, rhys pulls a small face, half cringing and half apologetic. )
To be honest with you ... everything with the Hybern King happened awhile ago. Months ago, even before my arrival here. The last thing I remember is celebrating Winter Solstice with you — your first birthday in Velaris.