𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫.

... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝.

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ⠀. . . 𝑺𝑨𝑴
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫 !!

ㅤㅤ𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦.
ㅤㅤ

[𝑹𝑯𝒀𝑺. @morsincarnatus]

ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ⠀. . . 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬 !!

ㅤㅤ𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦.
ㅤㅤㅤ

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

— hands into his pockets.

"The 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 act, eh? Smart move. I'm sure I'll see your 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 skills in action again soon enough."

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

Her insult does 𝐧𝐨𝐭 budge his smile. If anything, it only makes it grow.

Sam is quick on her tail. Now he 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 that he's got under her skin, he isn't going to let up. He debates draping an arm over her shoulders but, valuing his appendage, he opts to instead tuck his —

[𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧 @adarlansbest]

his smugness , his annoyingly obvious mockery seeps beneath her skin and celaena glares toward him ; her movement abrupt as she turns on her heels and barges past him.

“ insufferable asshole .”

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

Her throw is indisputably impressive but Sam doesn't show his awe. His lips are still lopsided in a smug grin and, with cool indifference, he leans forward, mocking a bow.

"Clearly I am in the presence of 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. O Holy One, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 teach me your ways!"

[𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧 @adarlansbest]

confidence oozes from her smirk as lithe fingers grasp the hilt , she makes a show of balancing the blade within her hand as she swaggers into position and throws the dagger with precise accuracy into her target — sam’s previous mark.

“ there’s a reason you’re beneath me .”

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

Lips twist into a smirk. He saunters over to the tree, wiggling the dagger free, and returns to her with the handle extended out in offer.

"You turn to throw, my turn to judge."

[𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧 @adarlansbest]

scoffing — despite his excellent aim , she crosses her arms and mocks.

“ you throw as good as a courtesan .”

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

Twirls a dagger.

Aims it.

Expertly launches it toward the unsuspecting tree trunk.

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

Flops down into a chair beside @caraverre. “This seat taken?”

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

/ throne of glass accounts, where are yooooou

[𝒻𝐢𝐫𝐞𝒽𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ♡ ୭̥⋆*｡ ︎ @shewillnotyield]

⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀… 𝓯𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐛͟𝐢͟𝐭͟𝐜͟𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐀͟𝐞͟𝐥͟𝐢͟𝐧
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬.

⠀⠀

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

— years, all that hiding..."

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

He manoeuvred himself so that he knelt beside her, his hand never ceasing his petting. He released a soft chuckle at her response, understanding his friend's answer without the need for words.

"It must have been incredibly freeing, the day magic was unleashed. All those —

[𝕷𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚. @caraverre]

Although she could not answer verbally, Lysandra still understood Sam’s words so she offered her friend a soft nod of her head. This gesture was followed by a low purr, emphasising how much she enjoyed this form.

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

Sits atop one of Rifthold's many roofs, legs dangling over the edge, peering down at the people bustling along the street three storeys below him.

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

"Do you often spend your time as this magnificent creature?" Sam found himself asking before realising that, in this current form, Lysandra would be unable to answer as a human would.

He quickly followed up, "I know I would."

[𝕷𝐲���𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚. @caraverre]

The ghost leopard stretches happily to give her friend more room, a low purr vibrating in her throat.

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

Crouches down and gives her belly a ruffle... aaaand he still can't believe that's Lysandra. He's grinning away nonetheless.

[𝕷𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚. @caraverre]

Someone scratch her tummy. Pretty please?

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

Stabs aimlessly at the stew in his bowl, his mind far, far away.

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

His gaze fell upon her very familiar features and Sam was certain his heart simply ceased beating once again. The goblet of wine was nearly lost to the sticky ground as his grip loosened. He quickly turned back to the bar, in the hope that she hadn't spotted him.

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

Another night, another tavern.

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

In a gloomy turn of events, Sam's visiting his own grave this morning. He's been there since dawn, just sitting and staring silently at the stone and the inscription.

𝑺𝒂𝒎 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅.
𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅.

How bizarre it is that he is able to read his own epitaph.

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

This brooding, former assassin is currently tending to the rather large gash on his arm. Questions around how he received it will not be answered — it's actually quite embarrassing!

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

@caraverre — and courteous. Sam took a few paces back, to allow the children space, observing the scene with a fond smile. Anyone with eyes could see how much the ghost leopard was also enjoying the attention.

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

Sam, to his credit, tried his best to keep up with Lysandra's rambling. He nodded politely, not wanting to offend or, more importantly perhaps, scare her by demonstrating confusion.

But his questions continued to mount. "That all sounds great but, uh... Who is Aelin?"

Sam had —

[𝕷𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫���. @caraverre]

+ and I!”

It didn’t even occur to the shifter that their old friend had yet to know about Celaena’s real identity. And everything all of them had done to free magic—and the world. “We’re dining at the Palace with Dorian tonight, I ought to have them add a seat for you.”

[𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫. @sicariusfati]

@caraverre Sam watched the children as they dawned over Lysandra, initially cautious over their excitement and ready to launch into action should any of them tug her fur too hard or cause her any distress.

He was pleased to find, however, that he need not worry. The kids remained kind —