Feyre Archeron (feyrearcheron) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-08-10 04:42:00 |
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It had felt like it had been a long time since she'd felt the want, or the need, to paint. But Rhysand had woke that up in her. The guilt still ate at her, for the things they did at that inn, for the thoughts she'd had before he was ruthlessly shot down by... She still didn't know who they were. Had they been some of Tamlin's men? Through all the confusion with being brought to this place, she hadn't brought it up. He seemed well enough that she wasn't going to push the issue. There were a few things she wanted to talk about. Instead of making a pest of herself, and no doubt she would be, she made sure that adamant wall was still in place, and made it thicker. And dragged some of the painting supplies she'd found in the city just outside the cottage. She had thought to go up on the terrace, but the view was far too different from the Velaris she knew that she was sure it would mess up her intentions. Feyre set to preparing the blank canvas before her. Readying it for the vast cityscape she was going to paint. Their home. And the Rainbow. |