Nesta / Band of Exiles' Manor / Velaris
Nesta
She walked back from the kitchen with a damp towel on hands, going close to her younger sister, cleaned the caked blood from her face, the shadowsinger still knelt in front of the couch, staring every movement made by the older sister.
How is Remiel?. She asked through the bond.
Sleeping. Cassian sent her the image of the baby sleeping on his arms.
What about Danika?
Reading one of your geography books. The image of their niece, sat in a armchair close to the fireplace, with a book in her hands.
“You.” Amren's voice took Nesta's attention, she had just arrived, the voice filled in surprise, not rage or disgust, the gaze of the red lips female ran on Nesta, stopping on her flat belly. “Your baby had already born. No one told me it.” She approached a few steps
“Female or Male?”
“Male” Nesta answered. How she didn’t knew it?
I think she was at the Summer Court when I announced.
“Which eye color?”
“Hazel, as Cassian's.”
“And hair?”
“Dark brown.”
“Name?”
“Remiel.” Why is she so curious?
I don’t think she see too many babies around… She felt his grin through the bond.
“Can I see him?” Amren asked.
Nesta opened her month to answer but Rhysand winnowed in the middle of the living room, his eyes fixed on her.
“She is here for Elain.” Amren said before Rhysand could say anything to the older sister.
“I know.” Was all he said before leaving the room.
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Band of Exiles' Manor
“Feyre?” Mor rubbed her hand on Feyre's back.
“I am fine.” She took a few deep breaths.
“Are you done?” Helion asked, his eyebrows lightly frowned while looking at his unconscious son laid in the bed.
“Yes.” She said, her gaze on the High Lord of the Day Court and his grandson, “I will take him, he will stay in Velaris for two weeks, them he is yours. That is the bargain.”
Helion lifted both of his brows, “There is no need to bargain. I don’t want any of those marks on my skin, or my on grandson's.” He glanced at her tattoed hands, then snapped his fingers, which cleaned all the mess in the room, then did it again, summoning clothes at the open closet, Helion stared at his son for a few seconds, his lips in a thin line, then grabbed his grandson's hand, winnowing them away from there.
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Mor and Feyre kept waiting until the red haired male slowly opened his eyes.
“Lucien?” Feyre got close to him, touching his shoulder.
“Feyre?” he rubbed his eye “What are you doing here?” he putted away the blankets covering his body, revealing the dark blue robe he was wearing, he put a foot in the floor then a few drops of blood came out his nose and ears, he touched the liquid on his face, then did the same on his ears, “What-” he rose up, his legs failed but Feyre was close enough to catch him before he could fell.
“What is the last thing you remember?” she asked, helping him to go to the bathroom.
“I- I was eating the dinner with Jurian and Vassa… Then I went to my room…” he opened the sink, washing the blood away from him, when done, Lucien looked at himself in the mirror, his metal eye was missing, and his hair was extremely long and tangled, “What happened?” he asked looking his arms, his body hadn’t the same muscle build as Feyre remembered, he was undoubtedly healthy but no muscle on him.
“I can explain later, I promise.” she leaded him back to the room, where Mor stayed on the same position, still, watching as a hawk. Feyre left him sat in the corner of the bed, took a brush that was in the dresser table, then walked close to Lucien, “Now, Elain needs you.” She said carefully brushing his hair.
Lucien's eyes softened “What happened to her?”, he asked leaving a breath escape from his mouth.
“She is seeing something, but she don’t tell us what it is, and she was trying to hurt herself today.” Feyre brushed the tangiest part of his hair, “Your bond might help her, and make us find out what she sees.”
His only russet eye looked down, blinking slowly.
“Elain needs you.” Feyre finished to brush his hair, touched his shoulder, he looked at her eyes.
“I will go.” He said, the High Lady nodded, she tilted her head to Mor, so Lucien could have privacy to wear clothes.
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“I couldn’t find my eye.” The red haired male walked out the room, he wearied a light blue jacket embroidered with gold, dark pants, black boots and a green cloak, his long silken hair tied back.
“There is no problem.” Feyre said “I will contact Nuan later.”
Lucien looked around, the Sun setting and the place getting dark, everything so clean, untouchable, empty. “Where is Jurian and Vassa?”.
“They got out.” The gold-brown haired female held his arm.
“Where?” he studied her face, his empty eyelids moved as if his golden eye still were there.
“They didn’t told me.” She tilted her head to Mor, then turned her gaze to Lucien “Come on, Elain needs you.”
Mor grabbed both of the High Faes hands, winnowing them to the Night Court.
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Velaris
Elain was taken back from the bathroom by Nesta, Nuala and Cerridwen, Azriel had to held her as the females were out, since the younger sister was stronger than she looked.
“What is that?” Feyre's older son was walking in the hall, he asked with his usual aloof, but he got ignored.
Azriel took Elain to the living room, where she leaned her face on his chest and started to compulsively cry.
Nesta looked around, the young winged male had followed them “Where is my mother?”
“She went to take Elain's mate.” Nesta glanced at her sister, now sat in the couch, crying on Azriel, who was running his scarred fingers on her hair, trying to calm her. “Where is Amren?”
“She said she was going to somewhere, I didn’t pay attention.” He walked towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Nesta asked.
“It is not your business.”
Nesta rolled her eyes, a heartbeat later, Mor, Feyre and Lucien had materialized behind her.
The red haired male looked at his mate, with other male, his eye flashed with shimmering rage, an instinct, “What do I have to do?” he blinked, the rage vanished from his only eye.
“Try to talk to her.” Mor suggested.
Lucien walked close to Elain, lowering until his head was at the same height as her,
“Elain?” he said before touching her shoulder, she ignored him, holding Az's sleeves tightly.
“Use your bond connection.” Feyre stared at them “Talk with her through it.”
“Isn’t that a Daemanti’s thing?” Lucien lifted a brow.
Nesta shook her head, “All mates can communicate through the bond, some choice to not use it, some figure out how to do it later.”
Lucien's gaze turned to Elain, he touched her shoulder, she had no reaction, then he knelt, “I can feel the bond, the thread, but she don’t let me get close-”
Azriel stopped his hand on her nape, he said low, soft “Let him help” he rubbed his thumb on her cheek, whipping some tears from her skin “Please” it came out as a breath, almost inaudible.
The red haired male focused, staying still as a rock for a few minutes, “She feels pain, from her loved ones- she believes. And death, one, or more will die.” He dragged a hand through his hair, narrowing his eye.
Elain had stopped to cry, she turned her gaze to Lucien, her eyes still red and skin wet by the tears, “Where did you see it?”
He didn’t move a muscle from his body “Dawn Court.” His voice extremely soft “A small village in the West, that was the prettiest dawning I ever saw…”
She sat straight, Azriel gave her some space, his face was inexpensive, her eyes kept on the male in front of her “I couldn’t put those blurred visions away.” Elain took a deep breathe, rubbing her eyes and whipping the remnants of tears on her skin, “Thank you.” Her throat bobbed.
Lucien lightly nodded at her, he rose up and sat in a arm chair, his gaze was on Feyre, who shared stares with Mor, the blond female winnowed, while the shadowsinger walked to the stairs before vanishing in the shadows.
“Do you need me to something else?” the red haired male asked to no one in particular.
Feyre glanced at him, her face in a mask of causality, “You could spend some time here, a week or two. Her visions might come back…”
Lucien's gaze lowed, the eye lightly wind “Here?” he used the index finger to point to the floor “I don’t think-”
“In the city.” Feyre cut him “You don’t need to stay here in this house if you don’t want to.”
The red haired male thought for a few seconds, “I will stay on my apartment.” He rose up “Do you need me to something else for now?” Feyre shook her head. “I am going then.” He lightly bowed to Elain before walking towards the door.
Nesta asked if Elain needed something, while Mor winnowed back to the living room, then walked upstairs. Feyre was still in the same place, in a vacant stare.
“Feyre.” Nesta called her.
“Yes?”
“Can we talk in private for a minute?
Feyre nodded, she walked to the dinner room, Nesta followed her, putting a shield in the room when her younger sister stopped walking.
“What have you done exactly?” the older sister asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“This male, what have you done to him?” by the look on her face, she knew there was something wrong.
“I removed the last 49 years from his mind.”
“Why?”
“He was into madness”
“You shouldn’t-”
“You are the one who told me to use my “Daemanti claws”” Feyre whispered the last words.
Nesta was mouth open, “I shouldn’t have said that.” Her breath heavy. “You should have called a healer.”
“It wouldn’t work, the madness came from having the mating bond rejection.”
“Elain never said-”
“Directly no, but they were living far away from each other, never seeing each other… Made the madness slowly came to him.”
“Why did he never came to visit her during this time?”
“Because-” Feyre couldn’t finish her phrase, a strong earthquake came.
Nesta removed the shield, screams and sounds of destruction came from the outside. The two sisters ran to the living room, meeting with Rhysand, Azriel, Morrigan and her wife, Nuala and Cerridwen.
“What is it?” Elain asked, she was still in the couch.
“An attack.” Azriel said before vanishing in the shadows, followed by Mor who winnowed and Rhysand.
Feyre held Nesta by the shoulders “Stay here.” She told her, glancing at Elain, the two half shadow-wraiths and the purple skinned fae before winnowing.