Fated Mates - Blog Posts
Acotar headcanon:
Okay, so you know how when Nesta is kidnapped and forced to perform the blood rite, Cassian is freaking out thinking that she could be dead and he might not even know it. Then Azriel assures him that if she died Cassian would know because they are mates….
Well what if there was a fae (maybe Azriel, idk) and they lived in Pythian but their mate was mortal and lived in another world (I definitely think that some mates are currently separated by worlds). And since they are mortal every time they die their fated mate feels it. Same with every time they are reincarnated (I also think that in the SJM universe characters are reincarnated) (more on that theory later)
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The conficting emotions that cause tension in the room are creating a friction that makes the room heat. The silence is echoing off the walls as they vibrate from the passing train a couple miles away.
"Lisichka." His voice is low and velvety breaks through the silence, feeding the fierce blaze that is standing just in front of him.
"No, don't lishka me." She shoots not caring how she butchered the name. She fixed her posture to be straighter as she looks dead into the eyes of the Devil himself. "You do not own me." She took a step closer, closing the gap between them. Realizing too late as she felt the air surrounding her electrify. "You believe you hold some sort of power over me. Telling me I'm your mate, that this feeling is all because of a pull the so-called 'Lunar Goddess' blessed us with." Her voice began lifting in pitch as she filled her words with emotion. "How do you expect me to believe anything that comes out of your mouth? After what I witnessed, I can't imagine what good could come out of me being here with you."
The heat in the room was scorching, at any moment a wild fire would start. The silence began once again causing a sigh to escape her lips.
"Thank you for proving my point. I'm leaving. Whatever this is, it's done." She stated pointing between the two of them before she turned to walk away. She paused just as she placed her hand on the door handle. There were other things on her mind. Other questions. A silent tear she didn't realize had escaped rolled down her cheek, she inhaled deeply.
"I'm not sorry." He finally spoke. Earning him a half assed.
"I kinda figured that from the mome-" She cut off mid sentence as she was turned around and pinned against the door. Soft, warm lips collided with hers. The contact nearly had her melting to her feet.