Feyre starts to train with the Valkyries. Not because she necessarily wants to join but because she wants to get her fitness up after having the baby.
Nesta presumed that because Feyre had had such a long time off she might be a bit slow to begin with.
Nesta is wrong.
Feyre trained every single day for a few years before falling pregnant, so when she starts it’s like muscle memory.
The other Valkyries are stunned watching their high lady.
So is Nesta but she’s also competitive.
Feyre makes a wrong move and Cassian pins her down and Nesta lets out a huff loud enough for her to hear.
“Okay show me what you got then.” Feyre says, and Nesta takes on the challenge.
They face each other in the ring and Cassian and Azriel share a worried look. Yes the sisters are closer but the tension in the air is palpable.
“10 gold marks that Feyre wins.” Rhys says to Cassian, suddenly coming out of nowhere, with Nyx in his arms.
“You’re on.” Cassian says shaking his hand.
The fight starts slowly, they’re circling each other not making any sudden moves.
But when they pick up speed it’s like watching a tornado.
Stars and Death tangled in one another, throwing punches and kicks as high as their faces, falling into a rhythm that is difficult to track.
Feyre has trained for longer but Nesta has that dancers swiftness and effortlessly falls into it.
Feyre throws an impressive punch that has Nesta buckling over a little, but doesn’t throw her off Completley.
“Nice throw, little sister. I thought the whole pregnancy thing would slow you down.”
“Never.”
They get back to fighting and Cassian starts to cheer on Nesta. There’s something about it that fills Nesta with so much happiness that she lowers her hands.
She looks between Cassian and her youngest sister and it hits her how much her life has changed and how grateful she is for Feyre pushing her.
Feyre tries to throw a punch but Nesta just wraps her arms tightly around Feyre.
Once Feyre realises it’s not some tactical move, and that Nesta Is hugging her, Feyre holds her tightly too.
The cheers die down.
Nesta’s crying. “Thank you so much.” She says to her little sister,
Feyre starts crying as well, looking at her own mate and child, “No, Thank you.”
This is followed by a small amount of blubbering, both of them saying things like ‘I wouldn’t be here without you.’, ‘you saved my life’, ‘I love you so much’
Once they’ve quietened down Cassian clears his throat and says “I hate to break this up but we kind of had a bet going.”
While Nesta’s laughing at her mate, Feyre sweeps the back of her leg and pins Nesta to the ground.
I want a drunk Nesta fic… and not like a pre-acosf fic where you know she’s having probellamas. But like a post acosf fic of Nesta getting tipsy with her friends on their first night out or in the house or in the library, do not care nor why or how it happens. But I want an overly affectionate Nesta, a giggly Nesta, a confuzzled Nesta, who is such a change from the reserved Nesta. Because when Nesta’s a little bit more loose with her wiles, she’s very cuddly and she laughs a lot.
Okay but I’m thinking back to ACOWAR and how Elain had a vision about Cassian’s death, well what if Elain told Nesta about what she saw and how she saw Nesta with him and that’s another reason why she pushed him away,..I know it probably wasn’t the case but the potiential that a lot of the ACOWAR storylines had really makes me want to write an ACOWAR fanfic from Nessian’s POV
Chapter 60 is definitely going to be a long chapter but everything for this chapter feel into place for me last week so I can’t wait to finish it and see what everyone thinks! Especially since there’s a POV in there that people who follow me won’t expect me to do. So that’ll definitely be fun to see everyone’s reactions!
