Pinned
If These Wings Could Fly
For my beloved recipient @popjunkie42! Getting you for my giftee for the @acotargiftexchange this year was amazing, and I hope you enjoy your ACOMAF rewrite!
Pairing: Feysand
Warnings: removal of wings (past) light gore associated with that
Summary:
When the distant sound of her footsteps faded down a different hallway, Feyre pushed off the door and turned to take in the room. It was a study with dark stained wood furniture and rich upholstery, vibrant colored curtains and large windows that overlooked the front lawn. A thin layer of dust coated everything, evidence that the room had been locked away for a long time. And there on the wall, mounted behind the opulent desk, were two pairs of wings.
~ or; Tamlin didn't burn the wings. Feyre finds them.
Read on AO3 or Chapter 1 below:
Under the Mountain, there had been noise. So much noise that Feyre had thought she might go mad from it all. The screams throughout the dungeons, the dripping of water, the steps and talking of the guards, the periodic clanging of a weapon on a door, the laughter that followed when it startled her. The music of the revels, the endless chatter of fae as they gossiped and discussed how long she would live, Amarantha’s lilting voice.
The music that had drifted into her cell. Rhysand’s smooth and elegant voice.
Compared to that, being back in Spring was hauntingly silent, especially after her return from the Night Court and her failed wedding.