well.. see you soon
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'how would other people describe you' why would i know this
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You saying "I have this like fic idea where Nessian has like three very strange daughters that no one understands or can handle" instantly summoned me into your ask box 😇 so now you must tell me more about this kid fic idea and pretty please write it 👀
Hmm... I think I wrote a headcanon for this already. But basically it was suppose to follow Preggo My Eggo (which I never really even wrote). They think they're having only one kiddo, but they end up having three. All of them are born without wings and not because they don't have wings, but because they have tucked them away magically since they're only half Illyrian. It takes a very long time for anyone to notice because they don't like showing them with others, only to each other. Cassian finds out when one of them tries to steal a cookie from a jar on a high shelf.
All three of them look very much like Nesta and Lucien is always wary about babysitting specifically. However, they love Lucien and will always try to be babysat by him, especially since it's very easy to get their way because he caves easily. They're all magically gifted... however, they have no sense of control. They tend to have Cassian's attitude about recklessness, so they are the most reckless kids around. If they're missing or the rooms are quiet, they should all be worried.
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“I think Nesta feels everything— sees too much; sees and feels it all. And she burns with it. Keeping that wall up helps from being overwhelmed, from caring too greatly.”
art: _lisippa [instagram]
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She worked at a bookshop.
In a tiny human town, where residence could hear the steady crash of a shore onto rocky cliffs, Cassian found Nesta here. In a bookshop, tucked away as if the books wanted to hide something precious within its tomes.
“Are you looking for something sir?” a shop attendant called, not at all bothered by the wings that raised to let someone behind him pass. This town didn’t seem to hate fae which made his lurking easier.
The city seemed to house them, in fact. A few, if the streets said anything about it. They were positively bare despite the snow and Cassian knew that no human contraption could have ever stopped the winter from coming when it called.
She was dressed for winter. Nesta shifted from shelf to shelf with a scarf wrapped around her neck. It was warm in this little shop, but her cheeks and nose were red. Cassian clenched his fists together, keeping them firmly at his side. He wasn’t in any position to offer his coat, but the Mother knew, he might have lit the little shop on fire if it meant keeping her warm.
“I had a pickup actually. The Greater War by C.B. Cole.” Cassian drummed his fingers on the counter as he talked, wondering if Nesta could remember his voice.
Could love cheat death, he often wondered. For if it could, Cassian was about to take a risk and gamble with his life.
“Nesta,” the shop attendant called, “Can you check in the back? C.B Cole!”
“Course,” she answered brightly. She all but disappeared as she walked to the open door at the back. One blink and Nesta was gone.
Her name was Nesta, too. In this new world, in this new time, it hadn’t changed. Why Nesta? Why here? Why now? He didn’t know. But she was as alive as the day he held her last. Bright eyes of gray-blue and golden brown hair. She was the exact same.
Well besides, the bangs which she blew on lightly as she walked up to the counter. Truthfully, he’d been buying random books for weeks now, just to see her here. He learned that she didn’t work on Tuesdays and Thursdays and he’d stopped coming in on those days. There were at least two attendants who always smirked at him knowingly when he walked in, already jutting their chin to where his favorite person worked.
Cassian thanked the Mother he was so good-looking or he was sure they’d have never been okay with his interest that bordered on stalking.
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She worked at a bookshop.
In a tiny human town, where residence could hear the steady crash of a shore onto rocky cliffs, Cassian found Nesta here. In a bookshop, tucked away as if the books wanted to hide something precious within its tomes.
“Are you looking for something sir?” a shop attendant called, not at all bothered by the wings that raised to let someone behind him pass. This town didn’t seem to hate fae which made his lurking easier.
The city seemed to house them, in fact. A few, if the streets said anything about it. They were positively bare despite the snow and Cassian knew that no human contraption could have ever stopped the winter from coming when it called.
She was dressed for winter. Nesta shifted from shelf to shelf with a scarf wrapped around her neck. It was warm in this little shop, but her cheeks and nose were red. Cassian clenched his fists together, keeping them firmly at his side. He wasn’t in any position to offer his coat, but the Mother knew, he might have lit the little shop on fire if it meant keeping her warm.
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“First Kill is bad” to YOU. It was actually made for ME personally though so shut up. Sorry you can’t appreciate a pining lesbian vampire with a gay best friend that’s ride or die, a lesbian monster hunter with a neon aesthetic and a relationship with her ex, milfs, a complete lack of homophobia, monster hunting, shitty cgi, and cliche romantic tropes queer people never get to enjoy, but me? Well I can because I have TASTE
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My parents left me in the supermarket that is tumblr and I’m now surrounded by bright posts and no familiar faces. Where have y’all gone? Come back.
we are right here
Says the person who leaves for a millennia at a time.
I actually have to second this @silvernesta. I do periodically check in to make sure you’re still alive
i still lurk sometimes