Cassian

He’s back from a long time of training. …no one ask if he won the matches. He totally won all of them. *Totally.*

it takes a monster to destroy a monster .

i’m not used to being loved， i wouldn’t know what to do.

@MAlDENOFDEATH He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Hold on tight.” He said, a grin spreading on his face. His wings extended behind him, and with a swift movement, his wings moved, taking them carefully up into the air.

Poke. @MAlDENOFDEATH

Cassian approached @SOULOFPETALS cautiously, not wanting to startle her. “Hey.” He chimed quietly, making an effort to not speak so loudly. “Just checking in. How are you holding up, Elain? Need anything?”

—meant attacking the new Illyrian that just joined the camps. He didn’t care. He was freezing, and needed to survive.

—The boy hissed, pulling on the other Illyrian back. What was he fighting over? A 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁. “You don’t need it! You can get plenty more!” He wrestled the other Illyrian to the ground. The young boy was cold, and hungry. But he would do what he had to survive. Even if it—

[Starter for @CunningDreamer] 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐨 He waited for the night to settle, the cold air nipping at his skin. He planned it out in his head, waiting until nightfall took the camp, when everyone would be distracted. Away. Before he charged. “Give it to me!” —

@cauldronsflame “Don’t be sorry.” He said, shaking his head. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. You’re allowed to feel. And it takes time. Even if it sucks royal ass to process it all, I’m not going anywhere.” He took a leap of faith, leaning forward to press his lips to her forehead.

@GeneralOfNight_ Nesta leaned into his touch, letting herself fall apart before him. She’d held everything in for such a long time that the ache of loss and pain hit her at once. “I’m sorry…”

“Nesta! You can’t stay in your room 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.” He said, knocking on her bedroom door. Over. And over. “Come on, @cauldronsflame, please? Just for a little bit. No expectations—we can go on a walk around the grounds. The gardens a pretty spectacular at night.” He said, —

@cauldronsflame “I know.” What else could he say? She had witnessed so much, suffered so much, in a short time. He knew of loss, of its familiar ache of countless people he’s lost before. “I know.” He echoed again, his gently caressing her cheek, his thumb moving in soft circles.

@GeneralOfNight_ Leaning into his touch, nesta closed her eyes for a moment. She lets his voice drown out all other thoughts before she looks at him again. “There’s too much to process. Everything…it all happened so fast. The cauldron, the battle, my father…”

//will work on replies for all accounts later today. Work’s been hectic

@cauldronsflame His hand moved to gently rest on her cheek. His thumb moved gently in a soothing motion, wiping her tears away. “But I’m okay now, see? I’m a lot tougher than I look.” He said with a small smile. “It was traumatic. It’s okay to need time to process all of that.”

@GeneralOfNight_ “You shouldn’t have been in his line of sight…” Nesta sniffled a bit, more tears flowing from the memories. Never had she cried this much but she was now. She slightly nodded to him, a gentle answer that it was okay.

@cauldronsflame “No.” He said, his face hardening. “You got me out of the way of the Cauldron’s blast. Hells, you shielded me.” He said, his hand raising to cup her face, but hesitating right before. He didn’t want to push too far.

@GeneralOfNight_ “You almost 𝘋𝘪𝘦𝘥 because of me.” Her eyes met his, full of rage and sadness. Rage at herself for not being strong enough. Rage at the king. Sadness for what Cassian endured. “The healers saved you.”

you  touch  me  and  suddenly  i  feel  a  little  less  war  torn.  i'm  not  sure  what  peace  is  supposed  to  feel  like  but  i  think  it  may  feel  a  lot  like  you.

@cauldronsflame “What happened to—“ His gaze softened as he realized. He hesitated, not wanting to push. “Hey.” He said softly. “Look at me.” He said, moving to face her. “I’m okay. Because of 𝐲𝐨𝐮.—I’m right here. Okay? You saved me that day. And I’m not going anywhere.”

@GeneralOfNight_ She swallowed. 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱! 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱! “W-what happened with the king of Hybern. What…what happened to you.”

don't you give me up, please don't give up / honey, i belong with you and only you

@cauldronsflame “The dreams?” He asked in a soft whisper. “What dreams?”

@GeneralOfNight_ Shaking her head she looks away. “I can’t…” It wasn’t about the cauldron, it wasn’t about the war. It was about what happened to him. The sheer terror in her chest when she realized she could lose him. “I don’t sleep…I can’t. The dreams…”

@cauldronsflame “Then make me understand.” He said back, wanting her to talk to him. He stops walking, looking at her. He was patient. He’d wait 500 years if he had to. But he wasn’t going anywhere. “I want to know.”

@GeneralOfNight_ She stops walking, staring up at the sky. She says nothing, unable to look at him. Silently, tears fall from her eyes. “You don’t understand.”

@cauldronsflame “That’s okay to be not okay.” He said softly. “You don’t have to be. Not with me. And I’m here for however you need me. Whether it’s to be quiet and just be here—or tell stories—or just—listen.”

@GeneralOfNight_ “Okay? No. I’m not okay.” She keeps her gaze forward, trying to ignore every ounce of herself that might want to find comfort in his presence. If she looks into his eyes she knows she’ll crumble.

@cauldronsflame “Just wanted you to get some fresh air.” And he missed seeing her. But he didn’t say that, not yet at least. “Wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

@GeneralOfNight_ Compared to most days, nesta wasn’t as snappy as usual. Could be because of the nightmares. She took a moment to glance over at him before turning her focus forward. “Why no expectations today?”