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If we assume yes, and she has a whole new family, would Azriel be at all close to any stepsibling from this marriage?

hm hm hm i genuinely feel like by the way rhysand asks about azriel's mom and the intentional vagueness of what rosehall even is in acofas, i think azriel's mom probably achieved her freedom after (or even because) something pretty serious happened to her, likely at the hands of his father/step-mother/half-siblings, and she's now residing in some sort of care facility, otherwise i think she'd just be living in velaris at large—which of course isn't to rule out that she's found some sort of sexual or romantic partnership since then, but i think if she had, it probably wouldn't result in any children. i say that because of 1) canonical faerie difficulty with conception; 2) her necessitous age; 3) the lingering and very visceral trauma of her only living son (that we know of) who was born of rape having been subsequently locked in a cell and tormented; 4) her only being able to see her son once a week as punishment for a crime neither of them committed; 5) him having what some might refer to as a Dark Gift, either by birth or by acquisition; 6) the likely vigilance of residents in a care facility, if indeed rosehall is what it seems to be.

HOWEVER COMMA computer play never say never by justin bieber because the crashout azriel would undergo in such a circumstance is like. absolutely divine. i so genuinely think he would hate any family his mother found. like she is maybe the one and only saving grace from his time in the cell. she was his light before morrigan. once a week, he could go see his mama. it was scary because so much was changing—but then there she was, and her eyes sparkled, and her face shone in little rivers, and when he reached his little hand up to them at them, she smiled at him so lovingly. she read him books. she brushed his hair. she cleaned his skin. she pressed little snacks into his pockets, little toys, little trinkets, and usually these were taken by his father's sons, but sometimes they missed them—so he got to keep something from his mother, an infrequent angel, but an angel nonetheless.

then the horrors pass and he remains in them in a new form, leashed now by the most terrifying and exquisite and cold and powerful male he's ever seen, and he tries so hard to achieve normalcy, and he tries so hard to do everything right, but everyone still Looks At Him and his shadows, and he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand how he tries to emulate what he sees and still it's never enought and then ... his mother finds love. his mother has children. these children are not caged. these children do not hear whispers of the darkness. these children are not Other. they laugh. they smile. they have his mother's eyes and their father's nose and nothing of him in them and his mother loves them so much. his mother. his mother. his angel in the cell. his only light in the dark. they get her all the time, where he only got her infrequently—because something is wrong with him. something in and of him is bad. unworthy. unlovable. it doesn't even matter how hard his mother tries, or how carefully she approaches it.