Title: The Cursed Child
Pairing: Tamlin x oc
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings from Acotar, though I do own Aithrien.
Summary:
Daughter of the Night Court meets the High Lord of the Spring Court.
Years after the war, High Lord Tamlin of the Spring Court is haunted by his past and living in isolation.
Everything changes when he meets Aithrien, a mysterious little fae girl who brings light and laughter with her oddness into his life...
And what could go wrong?
A/N:
Hey ppl, my first Acotar fanfic.
And for those who don't like Tamlin: sry, but I do like him. I think it was not his fault his relationship ended with Freye. Just how different people respond to tramua and losing ones you love.
So, here it goes...
Prologue
Tamlin had no idea how much time had passed since everything happened.
Is he deaf? Perhaps. He couldn't hear anything in his court—not even his own thoughts.
Is he blind? No. He had just watched a deer trot by and nibble on the petals of the roses he planted for Freye.
Is he mute? Perhaps. He couldn't remember the last time he spoke. Is he capable of thoughts? Maybe. Though, he did not think—not about the happy times he spent with Freye, nor the taste of revenge when Rhysand fell.
Is he disabled? Certainly not. Yet, waking up in the middle of the ruin, he would mindlessly watch the dust dance in the air, mirroring his own aimlessness. Then, he would traverse his court to the forest for hunting.
These days, remaining in his beast form was the better choice. His beast seemed to give him a feeling while his human form did not. He could feel thirst, hunger, and every pulse within the animal.
A beast inside a man.
Or rather, a man within a beast. Tamlin let out a bitter laugh, which sounded more like an animalistic snarl.
Why not just die? Rip his own throat out, just like what was done to Amarantha, he thought. He had heard from humans that even death was more painless. Death was a field of emptiness, standing there forever, staring at the void. That sounded good, he thought—much better than the ruins of his court where every speck of dust reminded him of who he was.
He was the High Lord of the Spring Court. Lord? More like a walking corpse.
But in his consciousness, there was still something amiss from his life.
Even though it was no longer worth living, Tamlin would wait in the void.
No matter how long it took.