![]() ![]() Feybae and Rhysespieces have met, but Fey can sense that there’s some dark shit going on with this dude, and she’s like, “Well mark me down as scared and horny.” And Rhys really wants to stay to get to know Hot Hands better, but he’s gotta get back to Amaranbitch, so he’s like, “Until next time, dahhhhhling” and winnows outta there. ![]() This shit’s takin’ too long already.Ĭassian: I mean, I’m not even halfway through yet. Mor: *crying* I love you guys, my unsinkable ship, my precious Feyrhys, my-Ĭassian: Okay, lady, stop stealing the show. Mor: *runs over behind Rhys and Feyre, grabs their shoulders, smooshes them together, and rests her head on top of theirs* MY BAAAABIES! My preciousessss! My Feyshand! Mor: *runs over to the door and slams herself against it, arms spreadeagled* Amreeeeeen nooo! You have to hear the rest of the stooooooryyyy! It’s about our babies! ![]() Mor: *slings her arms around Cassian’s shoulders* THEN HAD A MÉNAGE A TROIS LAST FRIDAY NIGHTĪmren: You’re all idiots. Cassian: *holding Mor’s wine bottle by the neck, singing* na na na, na na na, na na na LAST FRIDAY NIGHT, YEAH WE DANCED ON TABLE TOPS AND WE TOOK TOO MANY SHOTS, THINK WE KISSED BUT I FORGOT ![]()
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