Trigger warning: Subject of a sensitive topic of tramas of surgery, loss, and abandonment abuse
After she woken to the smells of breakfast, she stared at the ceiling. It took her a second to gather herself before she realized where she was. Last she knew, she was falling asleep on the sofa with Nyx talking about something. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom, feeling sweaty and gross. The bath was already drawn and beside the rim was bottles. The growing cramps in her lower stomach was clear sign that today was not going to be perfect. "You think you can pop in some pain medicine?" She asked to the air before going to the toilet. After she was naked and actually swam tiny laps in the tub, she sniffed the bottles. Now knowing it was for cleaning, she tested a sample of each before cleaning herself.
The dress that she wore down to breakfast made Nyx gawking. The top was an off shoulder semi-sweetheart that had an array of orange, browns, and red as if autumn itself colored it. The skirt that flowed down to the floor was a rich peachy cream and around her waist was the blend of the two with the right side of the autumn colors trailing down and stopped at her knee. It gave the illusion that was was wearing an asymmetrical skirt but also a full.
The necklace he bought her was still around her neck and he saw that she had ear piercings in with a little bit of makeup. Just tiny garnet studs and her lips glossy and pink. Simple but it was effective enough that his father glanced at Nyx then at Bryce when their scents changed. Bryce was pure lust while he picked up a scent from Nyx he didn't think the poor boy ever could hold. Feyre on the other hand just smiled at her. To Nyx, they made her more beautiful. Bryce, however, wanted everything off and in his bed. Nyx, inhaling the smell from the male, lost his appetite.
"When I said I wanted to train, I thought maybe like pants and a shirt," She snapped as she sat down and started eating, stabbing the food with her fork as she did so. Bryce, knowing her all too well, let out a "Ooo!" before he said in amusement "Estrellas pissy." Her kick was aimed for him but gotten Nyx instead. It was forgiven and justified when she aimed her butter knife at Bryce and snarled "Not in the mood." Add to insult and maybe going a bit too far, he laughed around his mug. "Is not my fault you have phantom periods." With a clatter of her utensils, she stood up so fast to go outside that her chair scraped across the wooden floor.
Silence... Then it was Rhysand who followed her as Feyre began to scold. Nyx simply stared at the door before he tuned out his mother as he ate. Training was going to be extra hard from now on once Cassian and Azriel gotten word. Rhysand quickly caught up to Estrella for she was just on the porch, crying. She smelled like it was her cycle had started but it was faint and weak to the point that he wondered if he was smelling it at all. Womens' bodies was such a strange and dangerous thing. Seeing Cassian enter his field of vision, he said "Work Bryce to the bone this week." Seeing how upset she was, Cassian nodded with a fierce expression.
When the man that upset her was being flown off to who knows where by dangling by his own ankle, Estrella went back into the house. She finished her meal then sipped on her mug that the clung onto with both hands. Hot chocolate with peppermint filled her nose and she didn't care if her top lip had a brown moustache. She'd licked the gloss off her lips when she was outside for she didn't quite like to be caked with makeup anyway.
When Feyra asked if she was okay, she shook her head and told the three she'd be fine later on. She hated her phantom pains. It was a reminder of what could have been and what her life could be. They all got a taste of how the 'burn outs' were when Armen visited and updated that an island rose up overnight and was surrounded by a black smokey cloud. Getting near it felt like the worst pain imaginable before feeling faint. A fisherman had gotten too close, curiosity getting to him and his crew, and told that the shore was covered with dead sea life. The stench, feeling faint, in pain, and nausea made them turn back.
It was a few hours after dinner when Bryce entered the living room who was followed by the rest of the Inner Circle and Feyre's sisters. "So the cauldrons gone," Nesta snapped. Mainly all that didn't get the message asked 'what?!' really loudly and on alarm. "It cried, actually cried," She said as she started to pace. "I felt the sense of dread and despair from something that was approaching it before it was-" she flicked her hands to show that it was now silent. "Did you draw anything today?" Estrella licked her top lip as she shook her head. "Besides my cramps and being moody, I felt nothing." She said. After to what felt like a long conversation of what to do about finding the cauldron, Bryce cleared his throat.
He let out a sigh, now since all eyes was on him, before he clapped his hands together. "Best time to tell before shit hits the fan. Gelren is a demon. Not of this world and not of our world. His world is nothing but death. Packed ashes of millions of bones make up the land and the air so thick of the dust, you die in seconds. You feel each of your nerves being poked with a red hot iron poker. You are on the brink of starvation but something in your stomach makes it so your at the edge of it as well as being thirsty. Your tired but you can not fall asleep. Only fire that can melt diamond can harm him. If he has that whatever you call it why does he need it?" Estrella, her camping now a dull ache like she had to use the bathroom, asked "Can you do your spells to find him or the cauldron?"
All collected eyes darted to her then at the other. "I have not dabbled in that since Cassondra got hurt," He said with a hint of pain. Cassondra, or Cassie for short, was a recovering drug addict with crooked teeth and a sickly complexion. Her hair was always oily and she reeked like she had not bathed in months. Bryce said that she an amazing ass and wasn't scared to use it. All Estrella did was grimace at the thought of them being intimate and wouldn't let him touch her unless she watched him wash himself. Twice! Cassie went on and on about how heaven was the true hell and how the bible was corrupted up until she broke her arm while going down the steps. She swore Estrella pushed her but she was at her own apartment that night.
"Wait, I thought humans had no magic," Elain said. "Not of this world remember? Witches, wiccas, wizards. We worship like dark to aid us in anything we want. Power, fame, endless sex, or wealth. List goes on but I haven't done that in months," Bryce said to her then raised his hands. "Plus i don't have the items needed to do it" Estrella snorted before she said "Oh, black candles and red paint are so hard to come by." He pointed a finger at her and hissed, "Cassie told me that i needed hair or anything personal-"
"Cassie was wacked out of her mind," She said with anger then changed the subject by asking. "When do I get to train? I'm not fond of dresses, no offense to the house for the ones I do wear. I just wish it would store them for me in a hanger closet." She then shivered when she felt a sense of coldness down her spine. "I said no offense" She said in a small tone. It was Cassian who spoke up as Nesta gave her smile, knowing what the house did more than anyone. "Tomorrow. Azriel can winnow you to the training arena. Leathers will be provided to you."
Estrella nodded before picking her mug up that now had tea inside it. Where it came from, she didn't know but her body needed something to help her sleep. Lavender tea filled her taste buds and she rather enjoyed the honey aftertaste. "Going to carry her by her ankle too?" Bryce asked. It was Nyx who spoke up with a mischievous voice. "I'm joining and I can take her there. Bridal style. The only way i can touch her breast and feel her heat on my arm." Estrella, who was in the middle of swallowing, spat out the raining liquid in her mouth before going into a series of a coughing fit before laughing. Almost all fae was either trying to hold back laughter, laughing themselves, smirking, or calming the human man down by shoving him back.
Sleep came easy with her when she dressed for bed and for once she dreamed of flying. The feel of the wind against her heated skin was bliss as she flapped her wings. Strong muscles and tendons that ran up and down her back contracted and relaxed as they lowered and rose, letting her gain height as she pushed herself up higher above the death scene below. Corpses of many creatures lain all around the ashen ground like a great fire swept through but all she saw was that they was fresh. Or rather that the fire had not burned the flesh off to leave bones. Her dream faded to black and it was when the sun entered her room as when she opened her eyes.
As promised by Cassian, leathers was on the end of her bed along with undergarments, socks, boots, and gloves. After she had a confusing moment to get her panties on and a toss of a garment that she saw as nothing but a thin sheet of satin silk, she was dressed. The leather was surprisingly flexible and for once, she felt like her stomach was slimmer. Bad thing was that her nipples was rubbing against the inside of the top and she wished bras was invented. Or at least some sports bra for she hated the clasps and button ups.
During breakfast, her cramps was of the same dull ache but she finished her meal with Bryce out of sight. It was only Nyx who was peeling an orange with his fingers. She watched the juices coat and trail down to his palms and the back of his hands and oh so wished to take them to lick clean. They gave off 'come here, kitten' vibes but the way she felt his touch when he flown over Velaris was soft and gentle. She bit her bottom lip and looked away before her thoughts went darker.
Winnowing as a whole new thing entirely and she saw nothing but blackness and tiny sparks of all colors of the rainbow. It was if she was in space itself when nyx took her hand and told her to brace herself. If it wasn't for his hand, she be lost in the vastness of the void. When the blackness cleared, she leaned against him in surprise. "Damn," she breathed.
The training arena was in fact that she thought it would be. Three large rings was on the ground that was cleared out and was surrounded by the forest. Azriel and Bryce was in the ring furthest from them and he was throwing punches in the air. His shirt was off and she had to look away from his scrawny torso. "Ugh" She snorted out before Nyx lead her to the middle where Cassian and Nesta stood. "She'll be teaching you the basics," he said and moved out of the circle.
Nyx followed his uncle and watched as Nesta started in her lesson. It was when Estrella mimicked her perfectly, and catching on to what kind of training this was, did a series of air punches and fluid movements before going to a rest pose, was when Nesta asked "You sure you didn't have training?" "I thought I didn't want another teacher that showed me the fluid movement of tai chi." Estrella said to her. "Come on girlie, show me the next level. This is baby shit." They had no idea what tai chi was and thought it was just another word to define what they was doing. Whatever Nesta threw at her, Estrella blocked or moved away before taking offense.
It took all day but they had gotten to the point and breakthrough that Estrella had a few issues. She so was hyperfocused on Nesta that she was 'defeated' by Nyx who had came up behind her and picked her up. Plus, it was if she blocked out all noise for even when they yelled at her, she didn't dare to leave the female in front of her. Estrella's scream of surprise and shock made her wiggle against Nyx before slacking onto him with a "Hi." Azriel laughed at her and told Bryce. "So she does have a weakness. Was starting to think your world females was undefeated"
Bryce glared at everyone, panting and sweating from hours of his own training. "Tickling her does the same thing." Estrella's eyes grew wide before she had time to tell Nyx no. Laughter expelled from her mouth as his fingers gotten her sides. The scent of jealousy and regret was so thick he knew it came from the male who just told a secret to bring her into a breathless wheeze before a noise caught him off guard. "Did you just honk like a goose?" Nyx asked her and she frantically shook her head. "No" Another round of tickles and she made the same noise again. This time, she turned and touched the edge of his wing.
Such a sweet caress of her fingers made his wings vibrate as he landed on his knees, with her still in his arms. She tilted her head back to stare up at him and smiled without malice. Her hazel eyes that bore deep into his own made him take a shaky breath before he- Estrella got up and dusted her leathered butt off before turning. "After this, i need a bath," She said and walked off. Nyx watched her as he sat there then blushed when Azriel went over and asked only to him to hear, "Found your match, nephew?"
Back home after dinner, Estrella let the hot water ease her sore muscles and the pain from within. The thoughts never left her when she stood up to face Nyx. She seen the affect the wing touch had on him and she had to leave or else she might ask him some questions. Or worse. She found herself searching not for Bryce but for him. About how his hands would feel on her. How his voice might fail him if she used her own on his. Her mouth? GODS it was years since anyone actually peaked her interest. She just went along with Bryce for seven years on what he wanted to do.
The failed night outs that ended up with a chick on two different nights. The first time she was with a woman, she was awkward and shy and the bitch knew it. Thought she would make her jealous if all of her focus was on Bryce up until she realized that he sucked. It was Estrella who had to do all the work. The second time was the same and she was quickly bored of it. A power bottom for Bryce and a full blown top for girls. She snarled as she got out of the tub and dried herself before she dressed in a chemise nightgown that almost reached her knees. She hated them but this one was rather cute. The frilly seams was white while the gown itself was a dark grey as well as the shoulder straps. There was even padding that she thanked the house for. No more sore nipples. Bad thing was there was no panties for her.
Dreams filled her head. Mindless visions that she had of home, dreams that blended her childhood neighborhood or the schools she was at was mixed with stupid fears. Like she wore shorts without shaving or she wore nothing at all yet no one seemed to care unless she pointed it out. If her dreams was somehow projected out on the screen, everyone would think she was a freak. To her. . . It was normal. About when each time she whistled ever since she was a child, a dragon would dive in to scoop her up away from danger. Or when she jumped, she'd float up to the tree tops but floated down rather than fly.
When she woke, the same leathers was there for her that was cleaned and ready to be worn. She was alone during breakfast and then waited on the couch for an hour. She was glad there was a clock but the ticking was soon getting on her nerves until the chime told her it was an hour later. She counted the chimes and then had to stare at the clock. She woke two hours early! The sun was just now peaking from the horizon when she looked out the window. According to the clock, she had an hour to kill and then the itch began. It started at her fingers that slowly rose up her arms before she asked out loud "Violin?" When one appeared with a bow, she stared at the beautiful black wooden thing before picking it up. "Please don't ever wisk this away."
Not twenty minutes into it and she was lost in the music. She even played one of her favorite songs by Lindsey Stirling when Bryce found her. He knew she'd hit him with the bow if he disturbed her so he leaned against the wall and watched. A few moment later, they was both watched by Nyx and his parents. What made them all be caught up in her music was that when Estrella turned, her eyes was closed and was mov-no dancing! They was too enthralled to warn Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Nesta that winnowed in before they clung to the wall in order to not get hit. The music blended into a new song to which Estrella replaced her dancing to singing.
She paused to twirl the bow like a baton before she popped her hip out as she stomped her left foot back. With a sway of her hips that had a lock motion to it, she began to play. The notes was more harsh and low as she sang. The song didn't quite rhyme as she played but it wasn't supposed to. The song from her world was not that popular and so she had played it on loop for hours. A scorned lover who took the girl he was with and made the girl her own lover, both leaving the male at the end. It was aimed towards Bryce but the stupid guy only laughed when he listened to it the first time and said that he wished the guy was invited by the lesbian lovers to be in a threeway.
Her eyes snapped open when she felt a touch and the scream she let out made Bryce cover his ears. It was wrong to snap her out of it and now she was hitting him with the bow. When it broke, she made the violin a weapon. She hit his back several times as she reverted to welsh as he pleaded for her to stop. With a final swing, he ducked to avoid getting hit in the face and only then she realized they wasn't alone. Her rapid panting and wide, angry stares watched as the fae either laughed, clapped, or simply stared at her with smiles. Only Nyx stood where he was with his eyes dark like a thailand sapphire. Mor, however, looked like she was about to wet herself by how she was swaying.
Embarrassed, Estrella felt the violin leave her hands and for good reason. Deep down she knew that the instrument was being mended and then to rest in her room with the bow intact. Her face, neck, and even her shoulders hurt when she blushed and so she fled. The morning air felt blissful against her heated skin as she ran across the grassy lawn and into the streets. Thankfully, she knew the house was on the outer outskirts of the city and the wilderness was just a hop and skip away. She hardly went a few blocks when she was scooped up by something who took to the skies. "Rho fi lawr mawr, ti cathpiss!*" She screamed, tears flowing down her heated cheeks.
Nyx kept quiet until she calmed down and just pressed herself against his body. He must have flown for thirty minutes until he landed and waited for her to signal to put her down. Only, she didn't want to and clung to him like a baby monkey. Her lips grazed his neck as she whispered "I don't want to go back." Nyx's deep humming made her remove her face from the safety of his neck and stared. She found him staring back at him with the same dark eyes. "Be better if you worshipped me instead of some female," His voice was deep and primal enough to make her innermost walls clench. "I'-It's just a song," She whispered. Should she explain that- His lips upon hers made her mind blank. Unlike the dangerous powerful feeling she felt that screamed for her to 'run', this kiss was featherlight and tender and she returned it.
"Sad the violin was ruined," His sentence was so low it was barely a whisper and more like a thrumming growl. Her inhale of breath made him pleased that the kiss worked. Or maybe that it was his voice that was full of want. He heard violinists but something about the way she played, made his soul rise towards the sun to only soar beyond it. Sure she had some sour notes but that is what he loved about it more. She had flaws and when she ran off with tears in her eyes, he told everyone he'd get her. He had to get away from Mor who had a growing need to use the bathroom while other others secretly was enjoying the music. When he moved, he didn't realize his scent wafted out and everyone but Bryce smelled the oh so familiar smell.
"Everyone was watching me. It might've been different if i knew.." She trailed off to sniff loudly then wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "The violin isn't the only thing i can play. When i was young, my school had this class where kids could learn all kinds of instruments. Trumpets, drums, flutes.. I was french horn up until i was switched to violin than piano." He was puzzled at the word of 'school' but he figured it out that it was probably a setting where teachers taught children lessons by how she explained further.
"I hated school. I loved science but hated doing math. English and home education was okay until i had to bring home that blasted baby doll for a week." She laughed out the last words. "Baby doll?" he asked. He then chuckled when she tried to explain to him and he told her that he knew what a doll was. She then explained that the teacher gave every girl in the class a doll to teach them motherhood.
"I was taught the basics up until i was twelve. Then I was trained up until i was named Oristian during the blood rite when i was twenty-three. Took me awhile to get over the tramas i endured while up on the mountain. How many lives I killed just to survive," He said then told his tale of being only one fourth Illyrian and the rest a high fae. He was born dead, being a few months early before he was supposed to be born, but lived after his aunt Nesta brung him and his parents back to health and thriving. "I was a premature baby as well. Only two pounds and no bigger than a loaf of bread. I somehow survived and now look at me. A fattie in the arms of a hottie," She said. Her last sentence, she had buried her face into the nape of his neck. He only gave her a light and comforting squeeze before they headed back home.
It took her a few days to get over the embarrassment and to face everyone but trained outside with either Azriel or Nesta. She had passed all the basic punches and stances by the end of the month, far faster then what Nesta and her warrior sisters had endured for months, and even did her own combinations after Cassian ordered a series of poses to follow through. Even though she was overweight, her body flowed with precise and graceful flowing movements when she was done. "Keep this up and you'll be able to wield a sword in no time," Azriel praised. Estrella, panting after she finished hitting her opponent of a basic wooden post. Her knuckles was bloody and bruised and her feet ached from landing kicks. "I was not one for swords. Bows is my specialty," She rasped before coughing.
Swords was not her strong suit and yet they wanted her to use one. At first, it was a wooden sword she called a bokken and laughed at how it felt in her hands. Her smile and parrying around the circle never ceased as she blocked nearly all blows from Cassian. Nyx and Bryce watched from the sidelines and when Estrella finally landed on her back from tripping over a loose rock, it was Bryce who laughed. Cassian lightly touched her neck with the end of his wooden sword and said "Death. Try again." She made a 'bleugh' noise and did a fake death pose before getting up.
Two and a half months went by faster then expected and soon the summer months turned cool and rainy. Often, they found her outside with her face towards the sky and let her rain fall upon her. She never spoke about her family much besides her siblings. Her sister and two younger brothers had endured abuse by the one she called father. When she was a teenager, her mother told her that she had no idea who Estrella's dad was and was told to keep it a secret. Nyx did caught her crying over her family and only held her until she stopped. He dared not to do anything but offer her light touches and hugs and by the time the first snowflakes fell, he went into the shopping palace to get a head start on presents.
Training was on halt but she practiced in her room or the living room. Her violin she called, Onex, was heard on the weekends which he enjoyed listening too. She tried to play the french horn and piano but after so many years out of practise, she gave up. Her calling was violin and so she played whenever she got the chance. Bryce became more respectful and often was a decent person to be around but his nightly absentees made Estrella feel sick. Speaking of sick, she had several more phantom pains but just waved them off whenever anyone asked her what was wrong.
When there was enough snow on the ground to make a small snowman out in the lawn, she had just finishing shoving a stick she found in the middle of the snow ball when she doubled over in pain and cried out. Nesta took her inside and put her on the sofa. Having enough of this, Bryce sighed before saying "She can't have children after what happened." It was Feyre who demanded an answer.
Since it was out of the bag, Estrella demanded a warm compress on her lower stomach before she used Nyx as her personal heating source. "My periods, or cycles, was never normal. Started when I was nine and they never was once a month. My mother dismissed them as my body was just trying to adjust being from a girl to a woman. Years went by and my cycles never straightened. Medicine never worked and doct-healers laughed in my face for being dramatic."
"When i turned twenty and lost my-er.. well I thought i was in love and well.." She cleared her throat before resuming. "My cycles never had a stop for over two months. So when i didn't have one for three months, i thought..I was scared but the thought of having a child made me happy for once. The healers didn't find a fetus but they found something. My insides was attacking my own body and was rushed into surgery." She kicked the floor with her heel with such force, she leaned away from Nyx and leaned over to put her head in her hands.
Anger flashed across her features as she added. "Six months of feeling lost. Six months of longing for him to come near and comfort me in my time of need. But no. He found warmth in another's bed and said i was no longer a woman. I was surrounded by baby items like the entire world was mocking me. Punishing me for having my-" Her body shook before she sniffed back tears. "I have nothing but a useless tunnel that is blocked and one ovary to mark me as a woman but not-"
Bryce's laughter made everyone stare at him with intent of hurting him. "First time we fucked, you was so tight." She took the now cold towel off her as she stood up. Bryce took the challenge and followed suit. Since she was in front of Nyx, he had to sit there as she pointed her finger at Bryce. Even Rhysand was stopped by Feyra as Estrella snarled out "YOU! That night was the worst! No warming me up or anything! You just shoved it in dry! You also treat me like SHIT! Only wanting me to fuck your three inch cock that you can't even use! I faked every climax because you suck so much! I should've left you all those years ago. I should have seen the signs about how fucking pathetic you are! I did love you Bryce, but all you care about now is g-" Her head was snapped to the side so fast, it took her a moment that she got slapped.
The pure shock of it all made her blink for a moment before the pain rose from her cheek. Even her ear was beginning to burn and so.. She laughed. Not her normal laugh but something low, crazed, and malicious. It didn't help that she turned her head to stare back at him with such a slowness that Bryce's expression turned from anger to fear. Her eyes was like daggers and darkened to a deep evergreen that he swore that was black. He didn't see that her fingers had clawed before clenching her hand into a fist. Nor the same hand that rose up to punch him in the adams apple or the series of punches after.
When he fell, she fell with him. She knew where to hit and what knuckles to use to cause more damage to him rather than her. Blood now covered her hands when she broken his nose and then wrapped her hands around his throat. Using her nails to dig into his skin as she screamed in rage and heartbreak, she lifted his head to slam it back onto the floor. Once, twice, a third time. Whatever ounce of love she had for him was severed. His kicking faded as soon as they began as he tried to take a breath but failed. His hands reached out to try to shove her off but her iron grip held tight as he struggled. He was suffocating and darkness started to take over his vision! It was when she was yanked off as when he arched his back to cough in such beautiful air.
Her savage screaming and then a hard kick to his groin made him cry out in pain and roll over onto his side. Rhysand demanded someone to take Bryce to a healers and was going to be dealt with in the morning. Nyx was now shaking in anger but something else also wanted to comfort Estrella enough that he pushed his mother away and pulled her into a tight hug. His wings extended to wrap her in a cacoon and gently swayed to and fro. Something inside told him that darkness and rocking soothed her the best and so he followed those silent words. It worked. Slowly but it worked. He ignored her nails that dug into his skin and her tears that now soaked his shirt. All he cared about was to soothe her.
As punishment for herself since that night, all she focused on was to meditate and clear her mind. She normally sat on the snow outside and tilted her head towards the sky. The clothes she wore kept her warm but each time she entered the house, her lips was blue and had to be warmed by the fire. She heard that Bryce was going to be fine but since her punch to his throat caused irreversible damage to his vocal cords, his voice was raspy. Feyre told Estrella he wasn't allowed to be near her unless supervised for his own safety. With a lighthearted comment about he should be scared of her, Nyx got his mother's stare. "I'm just saying," he said to her.
The fight was enough to prove that Bryce wasn't going to be exiled but he was now in the city and working to earn his own money and home. When she asked about herself, Rhysand told her that she was fine staying in the house and was surprised that the only bill he had from her was the day out with his wife and the lunch she and Nyx had all those months ago. "Your not one to spend money on yourself are you?" He asked.
Estrella shook her head, "Last time I did that, it was on a bottle of shampoo." Old habits die hard on their terms and found herself saying words from her old world. Only when she found that items had different words and meanings, she tried her best to speak in their way. Even if she had trouble adjusting and one of the results was her fumbling over what a 'pitfall' was and called them 'booby traps' when Azriel explained it to her. Despite her anger, everyone was snickering and when she tried to defend herself that only let her sink into an innuendo, they only laughed harder.
The next topic was of the cauldron and the island that was now covered with the mysterious black cloud becoming darker with each week, they figured that was where the thing was. She saw so many stranger fae that came and went from the house that she barely had time to plant names into her brain and remember them with their faces. Only one stood out from the rest and she nicknamed him 'Cyborg Cardinal'. When Lucien asked why he was dubbed by a red bird and wondered what a cyborg was, she shrugged and said "A cyborg is someone that has mechanical devices in them. Like your eye and your name reminds me of a toilet cleaner," She said. "Loo-shine" It was both Cassian and Azriel who spat into their mugs of wine from keep themselves from laughing. "Your hair is red enough to remind me of the bird," She gave the male a gentle pat on the head that even he stared at her when she left. "Otherworld humans are rather brutally honest. No fear in that one either," He said to them.
As the days went on, she watched the house be decorated with evergreen wreaths and garlands. It was time for the celebration of the winter solstice and she blurted out "It's december already?" She then hurried to make her own crude version of a calendar, counted the days, and then said "My birthdays is on March twenty-fifth. The spring equinox." Nyx just said his was in early spring and then rose his brows when he realized what happened on her birthday. She then got a small story about what the winter solstice celebrations was about and her expression was of horror. "I have to get gifts?" She asked and Feyre giggled out "I'll help you out, sweetie." And so, they headed out to shop while Nyx tapped his foot. When his father asked what he was planning, Nyx grew extremely shy and asked a serious question. His father's reply only made his son's blush grow and both males never spoke of it again.
Rho fi lawr mawr, ti cathpiss! - Put me down now you catpiss (Crudely translated)
Inspired Mashup of Music and Dancing:
Lindsey Stirling and Imminence songs