A/N: Hello, friends! I'm back with more (well, technically its the same amount, just reformatted, but whatever).

Disclaimer: I am not (Queen) Sarah J Maas, as much as I wish I was. I do not own ACOTAR and/or Throne of Glass. I only own the story idea and any characters you don't recognise.

Trigger Warnings: actually nothing (that's going to change quickly my friends)

Notes: Thanks to feyregalathynius3000 for the review; honestly I lowkey think that might end up happening, his expression would be legit lmao ;)) but only time will tell - I roughly have the barest bones of this fic plotted out but most of it is just coming out of my [slightly deranged] mind.

Without further ado...

- - RHYSAND - -

Rhys decided the next day that it was time for Feyre to visit Nesta. Or, really, he had decided while lying awake though-out the night, the damming and calling words written in a letter he had never wanted branded across his eyelids. Think - he needed time to think. He would never call his mate a distraction, but in this matter, this matter about which she couldn't possibly know … she really was. And besides, Cassian was back, and although they all knew Feyre could handle herself, it gave the Illyrian an excuse to escort Feyre to Nesta's apartment. The chances were slim of it coming to anything, but when it came to Cassian and Nesta, even nothing was something.

Rhysand knew that he would have to be careful about how he went about suggesting it. Feyre and Elaine had gradually rebuilt their relationship over the years, but she and Nesta… something had changed between them early on. Still, Feyre made the effort. With lots of convincing. But, as Rhys made his way downstairs to the kitchen, he found no Elaine; Feyre was gone as well. Elaine rarely left the manor, and whenever she and Feyre went out together it was usually to visit their sister. Satisfied that he hadn't even needed to ask, and that Feyre was finally getting over whatever had happened between her and Nesta, Rhys took to the skies, shielding himself from the raging winds.

I will always find you, brother.

And I you.

No. No. He had burned the letter, the plea it contained. It didn't exist anymore. He wouldn't go. He had a new family, new brothers. A mate. A court. And soon, a child. He couldn't go to war on a promise made centuries ago. If the Assassin Queen was a high and mighty as rumour said, then his brother would be just fine. Rhysand wouldn't go. He couldn't go. But something deep inside, something that hadn't been anything at all since the day he had decided his brother was dead, it awoke. And strained towards Pyrathian.

- - FEYRE - -

Feyre hated her hair. She used to like it, but now, surrounded by all manners of creatures and people in their respective beauty, her hair felt inferior. Human. What would she give to have Rhysand's midnight blue/black, or Harriet's white blonde. White blonde sounded pretty. Midnight blue/black sounded magical. But her hair was dirty blonde. Who wanted to have hair called dirty blonde? Feyre laughed to herself quietly. She had always been both vain and beyond caring. Mostly the latter, except for when it came to her hair. But now… now wasn't the time to think of herself. She had far bigger problems to contend with. Such as when to tell her sisters she was pregnant. She and Elaine meandered, looking at shops more than walking, over to the part of town where Nesta lived. Cassian had, of course, offered to keep her company on the way there, but, as much as she felt for him when it came to Nesta, Feyre just didn't feel like being with anyone but her sister.

Dusk was falling by the time they, laughing at their own slowness, finished the 5 kilometre walk to Nesta's apartment. Nesta opened the door, looking both disappointed and wearily amused. "Well, if it isn't the people who said they would be here for breakfast. Which - I'm not sure if you know this - is in the morning." Feyre opened her mouth to say something - she wasn't quite sure what yet - but Elaine beat her to it. "Sorry, Nesta. But there are still some shops we didn't go into. Come on!" And so saying, Elaine, in a brief spark of wildness and joy, grabbed both their hands and dragged them back into the mystical realm of shopping for fun.

A/N: I'm going to be adding more length to these chapters soon, bare with me until then. Please read and review! Tell me what you think! This is very different from my usual writing style so any ideas, comments, whatever you want to give would be great. Toodles for now xx

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