[ those very thoughts are what she wanted to protect him from. that he thinks so lowly of himself when he has done so much to deserve love, sacrificed so much. she'd curse herself even more if she knew he thought himself a horrible mate. did he not understand that he'd given her more than anyone has ever deigned to give her? that he saved her life? yes, he'd healed her wounds and given her help under the mountain but it wasn't that life that he had saved, it had been the fracturing of her soul, a process that had begun under the mountain and continued in the floral halls of the spring court.
her soul, her heart had been battered beyond repair and the one male who should have helped her, the male whose love should have healed her only broke her further, trapped her, made her feel as though she was weak and choiceless, even though she'd sacrificed her life for him and had been the one to save... well, all of fae kind if not... the world.
it was rhysand who saw into that void where her heart lay shattered and picked up the pieces. he didn't shy away from the task, he saw her for who she was then, who she'd become. no longer the human girl desperate for love and a life that provided her comfort but someone different. he was unafraid of how she tried to cut him with those broken shards when she was not ready to heal herself. he pressed and he pressed and he pressed until those pieces slowly came back together, her heart healed and it was his hands covering hers that pieced it back together.
those same hands that held her heart, held her face now as he put her against a wall and pressed again, pressed the truth into her heart, reminded her that their bond was more than anything. it was simply more. again he presses, he opens his mind to her so she can feel every part of his love, feel how his heart beats for her just as hers, as fragile as it still is, beats for him.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
he speaks of missing her then, she feels his body tense as battles a wave of emotion, as he goes on to say what it was like to be without her.]
Don't say that-- [ she gasps out, thinking that a world without him in it feels wrong, twisted, and terribly unfair. at the same time, she feels the same, she'd rather die than be without him.
I'm here.
perhaps that is what made this all so frightening. the smell of him mixed with another female, the idea, however fleeting, that he might have moved on from her so easily when she can scarcely breathe just at the simple of idea of being apart from him. but it seems, that was not the case or perhaps, she's a greater fool than she knows.
but she chooses to trust him as she has for a long time now, trust what she feels from him, for him. so her hands move to his face, tilting it back towards her own as drawing his mouth to her own, grip on his jaw fierce as the press of her mouth.
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her soul, her heart had been battered beyond repair and the one male who should have helped her, the male whose love should have healed her only broke her further, trapped her, made her feel as though she was weak and choiceless, even though she'd sacrificed her life for him and had been the one to save... well, all of fae kind if not... the world.
it was rhysand who saw into that void where her heart lay shattered and picked up the pieces. he didn't shy away from the task, he saw her for who she was then, who she'd become. no longer the human girl desperate for love and a life that provided her comfort but someone different. he was unafraid of how she tried to cut him with those broken shards when she was not ready to heal herself. he pressed and he pressed and he pressed until those pieces slowly came back together, her heart healed and it was his hands covering hers that pieced it back together.
those same hands that held her heart, held her face now as he put her against a wall and pressed again, pressed the truth into her heart, reminded her that their bond was more than anything. it was simply more. again he presses, he opens his mind to her so she can feel every part of his love, feel how his heart beats for her just as hers, as fragile as it still is, beats for him.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
he speaks of missing her then, she feels his body tense as battles a wave of emotion, as he goes on to say what it was like to be without her.]
Don't say that-- [ she gasps out, thinking that a world without him in it feels wrong, twisted, and terribly unfair. at the same time, she feels the same, she'd rather die than be without him.
I'm here.
perhaps that is what made this all so frightening. the smell of him mixed with another female, the idea, however fleeting, that he might have moved on from her so easily when she can scarcely breathe just at the simple of idea of being apart from him. but it seems, that was not the case or perhaps, she's a greater fool than she knows.
but she chooses to trust him as she has for a long time now, trust what she feels from him, for him. so her hands move to his face, tilting it back towards her own as drawing his mouth to her own, grip on his jaw fierce as the press of her mouth.
I'm here. ]