Yeah The Girls Can Fight - Tumblr Posts
@feydarling — i'm not perfect. none of us are.
"you say that, but it doesn’t stop you from acting like you’re better than everyone else. like you make better choices, and you’re morally superior. i don’t even think you realise you’re doing it anymore. it comes to you like air... don't get me started on the others."
as a child, feyre had often acted like she was above her older sisters. had looked at them like they were shallow and frivolous for wanting to enjoy new dresses and shoes — like all the other girls... like the girls they had been before they lost everything. nesta could only assume it made her feel better about her own choices; to believe the two of them were too vapid to be able to survive without her. perhaps they had been. nesta knew she wouldn’t be capable of killing an animal, of skinning and gutting it, and serving it for dinner. she didn't have the stomach for it. but there had been other ways for her to survive. she was fourteen when they had lost their fortune, but she had seen the way men looked at her long before that. she could have seduced one of them easily; become a mistress to a wealthy man. could have kept her entire family fed and clothed that way. if she’d wanted to. even when they found themselves in a desperate state, she could have found somebody to covet her emaciated figure. but she didn’t want to.
in the past she had been able to ignore the way feyre had rolled her eyes at them. more recently she welcomed the derision; knew that she herself had been guilty of a lot worse and felt she deserved the repercussions. but neither of the archeron's are the same girl they each left in that cottage. they've grown in different directions, but they're both capable of making informed choices. she's tired of her decisions always being a point of contention, of being held to the standard of the girl she hasn't been in years, and she's exhausted by the way her blood boils when she's expected to defend herself to the inner circle when they're not even interested in her side of the story.