“Not for you. Never for you. He slid his arms around my waist, kissing my temple.” Build a House with a painting studio.“ He kissed my other temple. "Build a house with an office for you, and one for me. Build a house with a bathtub big enough for two - and for wings.” Another kiss, this time to my cheek. “Build a house with a garden for Elain, a training ring for the Illyrian babies, a library for Amren and an enormous dressing room for Mor.” I chocked on a laugh at that. But Rhys silenced it with a kiss on my mouth, lingering and sweet. “Build a house with a nursery, Feyre.”
Feyre never having a space for herself, painting their broken little cottage hoping her family will notice and like it to having an entire mansion for people who notice and admire everything she does makes my heart happy 🥹♥️
cardan has such a way with words like my sweet villian, my darling god??? my dearest punishment??? if ure the sickness i suppose u can’t also be the cure??? come home and shout at me. come home and fight with me. come home and break my heart, if you must. just come home??? BY YOU I AM FOREVER UNDONE?!?!?!!??!