Thank you. ( he says, and means it. feyre has been way more understanding of this situation than he would've hoped for, and yet, ) But if you did ask, I would choose you. You have to know that.
( his mate, his wife. she's perfectly within her rights to ask him not to see other people, and while that opens up the possibility of rhys saying no, i will and trashing their relationship, he doesn't want her acceptance to be born on her fear of losing him. it's a nonstarter, a reality that doesn't exist — because leaving alina would feel awful, would make a liar and traitor of him, would probably break something unfixable inside of him, but he'd do it anyway, because leaving feyre would hurt even more.
still, he's tired of crying about it now. happy, really, to give feyre her space to digest it all — because all he wants now is to take moments, hours and days, just to bask in her warm glow. greedily, because he likely doesn't deserve them, but if feyre is offering? he'll be a glutton on the sight of her, on every inch she wants to give. )
Such a wicked, terrifying female. ( feyre, not amren. though — while it's certainly accurate for both, rhys knows who he'd rather have pissy with him. with the lighthearted eagerness of being as close to her as possible, rhys bends to scoop feyre up, locking his arms tight underneath her ass, pressing his face to his stomach and breasts. ) You're here now. Would you like to hear more about it? I do have plenty of gossip, which is always best shared over a shower or meal. ( or more sex. ) Lady's choice.
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( his mate, his wife. she's perfectly within her rights to ask him not to see other people, and while that opens up the possibility of rhys saying no, i will and trashing their relationship, he doesn't want her acceptance to be born on her fear of losing him. it's a nonstarter, a reality that doesn't exist — because leaving alina would feel awful, would make a liar and traitor of him, would probably break something unfixable inside of him, but he'd do it anyway, because leaving feyre would hurt even more.
still, he's tired of crying about it now. happy, really, to give feyre her space to digest it all — because all he wants now is to take moments, hours and days, just to bask in her warm glow. greedily, because he likely doesn't deserve them, but if feyre is offering? he'll be a glutton on the sight of her, on every inch she wants to give. )
Such a wicked, terrifying female. ( feyre, not amren. though — while it's certainly accurate for both, rhys knows who he'd rather have pissy with him. with the lighthearted eagerness of being as close to her as possible, rhys bends to scoop feyre up, locking his arms tight underneath her ass, pressing his face to his stomach and breasts. ) You're here now. Would you like to hear more about it? I do have plenty of gossip, which is always best shared over a shower or meal. ( or more sex. ) Lady's choice.