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Summary: After an explosion at a concert leaves Lily Evans mentally incapable of writing or performing music, she struggles to get back to being the celebrity that the world expects her to be. At her side, every step of the way, James Potter remains the only steady constant in her hectic life as her bodyguard. Old enemies wait in the shadows with plans to take everything James gained from Lily and more...
Chapter 1: Prologue
Chapter 2: June
Chapter 3: July
Chapter 4: Hey Steven (Looks Can Be Deceiving)
Chapter 5: It was the night things changed (Can You Feel It Now?)
Chapter 6: Tell Me Why
Chapter 7: Untouchable
Chapter 8: The Best Day
Chapter 9: Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out...
A/N: Posted chapter 9 of the FYR James POV fic as my thanks for all your pep talks! Moving is such a stressful process but you all have helped so much! Enjoy and I'll talk to you the next time I have Wi-Fi! <3
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From Blood and Ash:
Oneshots:
Unveiled - Hawke POV of the Maiden's unveiling
Thank You for Saving Me - Cas addresses some scars that he and Poppy don't usually talk about *AKOFAF Spoilers*
Tell Me - Kieran confronts Cas about some of Poppy's scars *TCOGB Spoilers*
Multi-chapter:
Revelations (WIP) - A canon-divergent retelling of From Blood and Ash, with a dark twist.
When Hawke stays in the corridor during Poppy's 'lesson', he realizes that the Maiden is not so unlike he was once - trapped. Abused. Alone. But he knows she has a lightning wit and is extremely bright, and he sees that she has questions about the way the Ascended rule over Solis. He begs her to observe. To question. To think. And he hopes that the brash, clever young woman will come to understand the lies she's been raised to believe.
When Duke Teerman and Lord Mazeen finally cross the line, refusing to hold back their lust (for her body and her blood), the guard takes matters into his own hands. She will not spend another moment in the clutches of the Ascended. He will have to figure out later what that means for his brother, himself, and his homeland.
Now the heir to Atlantia flees in the night, a beaten and broken Maiden in his arms. She will help him find his future. He will help her reclaim her body and repair her soul.
***Contains spoilers for From Blood and Ash, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire (maybe)***
TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, REFERENCE SEXUAL ASSAULT, PHYSICAL ABUSE, SEXUAL ABUSE
This is Wrong
The Rise
Midnight Conversations
The Precipice
Whispers in the Willow (NSFW)
The Diary and the Duke (TW, NSFW)
Winter in Atlantia - Poppy and Cas share their first holiday season as king and queen
Throne of Glass:
Oneshots:
Terms of Endearment (Nestaq) - snippets of escalating pet names
Aggressive Affirmation (Elorcan) - Lorcan finds an innovative way to ensure that Elide gives herself more credit
O Christmas Tree (Elorcan) - Elide has strong opinions about decorating the tree, but Lorcan hasn't been clued in. A little disagreement and some extra holiday spirit later, they come to an understanding
A Court of Thorns and Roses:
(Gwynriel unless stated otherwise)
Oneshots:
What's in a Name? - Gwyn and Az discuss surnames (inspired by the epilogues of A Court of Smoke and Shadow by Daevastanner)
Reunion - Az finds Gwyn after her return from the Blood Rite
Bow or Bleed - Gwyn and the Valkyries visit the Court of Nightmares for the first time
An Unexpected Training Session - Gwyn POV of the Azriel bonus chapter
Leathers - Gwyn surprises Az in her new Valkyrie leathers
Lonely Day Off - Prompt: "Because nobody cares about me." "I care about you."
Your Love Keeps Me Warm - Prompt: Gwyn comes to training snuggled up in a blanket and refuses to take it off because it's too cold (sadistic bastards). When it finally gets off its like a cat trying to snuggle with anything warm in which case AZRIEL is the hottest heat source ;)
Submission - Gwyn has some questions about something she's read about.
Azriel has answers and encouragement.
In Darkness She is All I See (FEYSAND) - Part of the Cherry Pie Kinktober 2021 event: Feyre and Rhys... ahem... pay their respects to the deceased High Lord of Spring
Gwynriel + T. Swift:
Modern AU: Gwyn is a historical documents expert and Azriel is a high-power executive, but it's the same fluff and banter that we all know and love
You Belong with Me
Safe and Sound
How You Get the Girl
Willow
Scrunchies and Scrunched Noses
Fearless
Love Story
No Body No Crime
Multi-Chapter:
These Scars Paint the Map that Led Me to You (Complete) - Az and Gwyn show each other that scars don't make them any less beautiful
The Raven and the Songbird (WIP) - A story of Azriel and Gwyn as they begin to build their lives together, even as darkness - from around them and within - threatens to tear them down
Azriel buys Gwyn contraceptive tea for the first time (headcanon)
After Nesta made an unnecessary comment about Gwyn "better start drinking contraceptive tea" last night, Azriel had no choice but to look for it in Velaris.
Despite her embarrassment during dinner, when they got to his bedroom afterwards, Gwyn couldn't stop crying. She was terrified.
"How could I forget about that? I'm not ready to have a baby, Az! " Gwyn have said.
Azriel kept cuddling her for an entire hour in an attempt to calm her down. Until the shadowsinger finally promised her he would buy the contraceptive tea early in the morning the next day.
Now, he was at the private library of the House with Gwyn carefully observing what he had brought.
"There are so many", the priestess whispered, looking to the countless tea bags on the desk, "How many did you bought?"
"Thirty two"
"Thirty two?" Her brows lifted up, "Do I have to drink all of these to avoid having a baby?"
Her lips were pressed in a thin line, a failed attempt to hide her insecurity.
Azriel was a bit uncertain himself. He had never deepened his knowledge of the female cycle.
"No. Just one per month and you're good".
"Then why..." Her unfinished question hovered in the silence of the room.
He swallowed hard remembering the conversation with the attendant at the apothecary, "I thought- I mean, they had thirty two different flavors of contraceptive tea"
"And you bought all of them?" Gwyn's voice was filled with surprise and... Something else.
Azriel shrugged, "I didn't know which one you would like".
He stared at the priestess, worried that the story made him look pathetic.
But for his surprise, Gwyn let her head fall and a loud laugh bust out her lips.
"You bought all the tea bags they had just for me to chose which one I like the most", she repeated.
"Hm, yes", he answered still a little flushed.
Gwyn stepped the distance between them and kissed him, softly.
"I love you, Shadowsinger", her grin was wide and sincere.
And fuck, if Azriel had to buy thirty two contraceptive tea bags to make Gwyn smile like that every month, he would.
Gywn invites Azriel to go book shopping with her, it's sort of a first date :)
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Gywn is at the house of wind because she had planned to hang out with Nesta for the day, but as she walks up to Nesta's door she realizes something, and now she can smell it too. She just thought Cassain was out flying but now she knows he is also in this house. Her face reddens up at realization and she quickly walks away. As she's walking in the corridor she ponders who else she could invite. Emerie is busy training at the camp with young Illyrian girls... Feyre is currently taking care of Nyx. As she's passing the kitchen she sees Azriel drinking coffee while leaning on the sink, he seems to be thinking. He immediately looks up and makes eye contact with her. "Hello" he says. Gywn realizes that she could invite him and get to know him better. Azriel's shadows tell him about an invite, his interest is peaked. What could this gorgeous girl be inviting him to? A coffee shop? And he realizes, maybe she's going to ask him out. Immediately his heart starts beating faster at that thought, he doesn't know why it does. Gywn steps into the kitchen. She takes a breath and than says "Hi Azriel! I was wondering if you'd like to go to the book store with me? I was going to invite Nesta but, you know..." she says that last part awkwardly.
Azriel let's out a light chuckle, "yeah they are prone to going at it during the day. Luckily the scent is more contained today." Gywn eyes widen, "I honestly am shocked."
Azriel looks away and says in a tone that has almost a hint of sadness "It's because of the mating bond."
"Yeah, their lucky to have found their mate so quickly. I've met people where it's taken them over two centuries to meet their mate."
"So where's the bookstore?" Azriel says changing the topic.
"Oh, well it's in the main square."
"...wait a minute, Gywn you don't have wings. How did you get up here?"
"I walked."
Azriel chokes his coffee, "you- *cough* you walked up all those stairs?"
"Yeah"
"And you didn't pass out? You planned on walking to the bookstore too?"
"Yeah...."
Azriel's shadows whisper to him "her stamina is incredible". He chokes on his coffee again and immediately pushes that thought away.
"How about we winnow there? It'll save us time."
"Sure!"
As Gywn walks up to him, he sets his coffee down.
"I have to wrap my arms around you so that you can winnow too."
"I know"
As she goes against his chest she hears his heart beating fast, maybe it's from the coffee. He gently puts his arms around her back, he has a strong grip despite that. His embrace is warm.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes"
"Okay just think of the place."
They successfully winnow to the bookstore, and not just infront but inside. At a section labeled 'new releases'.
Gywn's eyes light up. She walks right over to the bookshelf. Grabbing and putting down copies after reading the back and as she looks to the second shelf she gasps softly. She grabs the book without even reading the back.
"How do you know you'll like the book if you didn't read the synopsis?" He asks.
"Well this book is a new edition in one of my favorite series! Nesta recommended it to me, the house reccomended it to her."
"That's nice, what's the book?"
She blushes at that.
"Oh... just a book.... Haha."
"I know but what's it about?" He says oblivious.
"Uhm...." Her face reddens. "Uh- the main character has to go on an adventure with her enemy."
"Oh where are they going?"
"... to a place...and yeah"
Azriel is confused on why she's blushing but he doesn't question it. Maybe she's just really passionate about the book? They walk around the store, Gywn grabbing books, talking about them. She seems to enjoy it and Azriel thinks it's cute how she's so enthusiastic about books. Gywn eventually had so many books in her arms she had to get a basket. When they walk to checkout and she puts it on the counter, the cashier starts writing the prices down. As Gywn gets her wallet out, Azriel stops her and insists he will pay.
"But- Azriel their hardbacks"
"Rhysand is very generous with my paycheck, please let me."
"Thank you."
As the cashier takes the last book out, the first one Gywn was so keen on not describing; Azriel sees the title. He has a light blush on realizing what the title is.
"Her enemy and her...go to a place." He remembers her saying, he didn't realize what she was buying was erotica and not a traveling book.
As she walks out of the store with her books in a tote bag she brought along, with a big smile on she spots a new cafe.
"Hey Azriel! Let's go get something to eat, it's my treat."
"Oh.. uhm okay." He was surprised at this, usually when he bought gifts for lovers they just would mumble a thanks. Not that Gywn is his lover, he doesn't know why he made that connection.
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They eat and laugh and by the time they've finished, two hours have past. They've gotten to know each other better than they did before. They both leave happy and contempt.
The two of them stood by the edge of the training ring, shoulder to shoulder as they examined the Valkyries techniques in hand to hand combat. Molten flames of hair swung through the air as Gwyneth dodged one of Emerie’s blows. The priestess had improved a lot these last couple months, part due to the Blood Rite, but mainly to her sheer and relentless determination. Even so, Azriel dared saying, that she quickly became the top of the class. Graceful and elegant and yet, deadly in every move.
Much like him, but he wasn’t yet aware of it. Of how similar they were, even if opposites in many ways. He wished he had her openness and honesty, her inherent joy and hope towards the world, after being through so much harm.
But Azriel knew better. He knew how irredeemable he was, after all he’d done. How someone like her could never love someone like him, not in the way he truly wished to be. He would never put her in this position, for she deserved so much more. So he shouldn’t waste time thinking about her that way, a task seemingly more and more difficult with each passing day.
“Bro, are you even listening?”
Cassian’s loud accusation rang through his ears. He eyed his brother briefly and hummed absently, mind still far away, but managed to focus back on the girls fighting before them:
“Widen your stance!” He shouted to Gwyn as she prepared to attack.
“Yes, sir!” She spat back, but did as he said.
He fighted the urge to smile as he observed her, focused and panting with the effort, but always keeping that irreverent charm and light. Her skin was glowing in the mid-morning sun that shone far above, her freckles even more apparent from across the ring. Forty-five in total, donning her forehead, cheeks, and nose.
A powerful sight to behold.
“Answer me, dickhead.”
He scoffed, shaking his head. Cassian.
He had forgotten about his presence next to him. Arms crossed, he turned to the General to find him with a smug grin on display. A bad sign.
“What.” He grunted.
“What about Gwyn?” Cassian raised one brow, still smirking.
At that, Azriel furrowed his brows, his stare automatically turning to her. Her posture was correct, her speed fast as lighting… He heard how Cassian’s grin turned into a soft chuckle, as if he was in on a private joke Azriel was clearly excluded from.
“Brother, look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have feelings for Gwyn.”
But the shadowsinger was already gone. For she had chosen this exact time to turn to him and burst into a smile; a wide, victorious smile that could outshine the sun above, and all of Prythian with it. Her forty five freckles greeted him cheerfully as she extended her arms to the sky in a victory pose, laughing out loud as Emerie groaned and called her names, bent with a hand in her stomach.
The smile that he managed to contain before this time showed itself without his consent. As it always seemed to eventually, where she was concerned.
“I don’t have feelings for Gwyn”, he heard himself muttering, even if the world tuned off for she was coming closer and closer, still smiling warmly at him. Those copper waves moving from side to side with each step. About to gloat about winning, he knew.
But he didn’t care.
Even if what he just said was complete and utter bullshit.
Cassian’s voice now was merely an echo:
“Az, you’re not looking anywhere near my eyes”.
And indeed he wasn’t.
All he had eyes for was her.
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"Nope! Nope. Absolutely not,” states the woman in the doorway. “No fucking way in hell.”
Azriel has just enough time to note that the hair tucked underneath her winter hat is molten copper before the woman spins on her heels and disappears back into the Velaris tundra. His eyes track her through the crystalline frost on the window, a bundled source of color against an otherwise dreary day.
The woman makes three labored steps against the freezing wind and relentless snow, only to scurry back into this shop. This time, she lets the door slam shut behind her. Azriel only blinks as the redhead shakes her head, droplets of melting white fluttering from her hair and onto the parlor floor. And for a moment, she simply stares.
“I...got about three feet away before I realized what an asshole move it would be to just walk into your shop, swear a bunch, then leave. I was gonna just leave. You know, do whatever people do when they’re so embarrassed they could die, but I’d rather be embarrassed than an asshole. So uh, I wanted say that it wasn’t you or the cleanliness of this place that stressed me out. Just the prospect of getting a tattoo. Anyways, sorry for swearing at you. And for tracking now into your parlor. And for— ”
"It’s fine,” Azriel cuts her off, unable to fight off a smile. “People get cold feet all the time.”
“I don’t have cold feet!” the woman insists. She kicks one slushy boot up into the air so he can see it better, then adds, “I wear two pairs of socks! In fact, my feet are the only thing about me right now that isn’t cold and hooo I’m rambling again. I think I’m going to go dunk my head into a snowbank now, so if you’ll excuse me—”
“Why leave when it’s warm in here?” Az interrupts, this time surprising himself with his own eagerness. Hesitation blooms on the woman’s face, as if she can’t decide whether or not he’s making fun of her. “You can tell me what you planned to ask for today and I can tell you whether or not you should really have cold feet about getting inked.”
Whatever bravery had abandoned her when she first walked into the shop returns with a vengeance. The woman begins peeling off her many wintry layers, draping them politely on the coat rack. Her mile long scarf and woolen hat are the last things to come off, revealing her face to the warm lights of the shop. For a moment, Azriel feels the way he might if he had been pushed out of an airplane.
This woman was cute when she came in swearing and rambling and blushing. But now, with her teal eyes boring into his and her hair frizzy from her hat, he can’t help but think that she is seriously beautiful.
“I’m Gwyn,” she tags on, hovering in the entryway with an anxious smile. The edges of his heart melt at the dimple that crowns her smile and he would really, really like to get it together—but he can’t.
Maybe inviting her in was a bad idea, after all.
Still, Azriel manages to wrangle the clearly unprofessional thoughts he’s having about Gwyn’s smile and incredibly soft red hair long enough to gesture for her to take a seat. When she’s settled before him, Azriel notes that the freckles on her cheeks are dotted along her hands, and he’s tempted to see what constellations he can form. But his thoughts zip back to her eyes when she squints down at one of the tattoos that circle his bicep. It’s one of the oldest ones, made of six gothic letters and placed where a sleeve could easily obscure it.
“Azriel,” Gwyn reads. “Is that your name or your boyfriend’s?”
Az chokes on some strangled noise between a gasp and a laugh.
“Mine. Tattooing the name of your lover on your arm breaks the first rule in the book,” he replies with a chuckle.
“No wonder I didn’t come prepared. I didn’t read the book.” Humor glints her eyes, and Az is relieved to see that she’s relaxing in her seat. “I work in a library. Think we have it in the collection?”
Holy gods, Azriel curses to himself. Just what higher power did he please to send this woman into his shop on the coldest day of the year? This woman who knows how to crack jokes and chooses to be unbearably kind at her own expense. This beautiful creature who spends her days in a quiet library, but who braved coming into his shop to be more exciting than anyone maybe bargained for. Maybe a better question is, what higher power had he pissed off? Because if he tattoos something small on her and he never sees her again...
“Oh my god, is there really an actual book?” Gwyn whispers when he doesn’t answer.
Azriel laughs, catching himself off guard so strongly it almost hurts his lungs.
“No, there isn’t a book,” he promises. “I try to talk people out of tattooing any names that aren’t their children or dead relatives.”
It isn’t the softest way to put it, but it’s honest. Gwyn seems to appreciate this, twisting her hands in her lap thoughtfully.
“What do you suggest instead?”
Azriel shifts in his seat, his focus entirely on Gwyn.
“That depends. What did you come in here to get done?”
The words Gwyn wants to say get trapped in her teeth, and she tries to reform them on her tongue, but swallows them back. Azriel doesn’t know how to encourage her, how to let her know that she can share whatever she’s ashamed to say and that it won’t affect his opinion of her. He decides to give her silence and space. To allow her to choose how adventurous she wants to be. He expects her to be embarrassed about the subject matter or the placement, but when she does finally make her quiet admission, it sends his heart into his stomach.
“Last year, my twin sister and I made a pact to get the same tattoo. We were going to get each other’s names. But uh, we were attacked in our home. She didn’t make it and I...” Her gaze drops to her open hands as she swallowed. “I have quite a bit of scarring. I wanted a tattoo to cover it up so I wouldn’t have to look at it anymore and have that reminder of what I’ve lost. I thought maybe if the sensation of getting the tattoo might be a good one to replace the one that’s there. But, uh... The scar is too big for just her name. And saying it all out loud, I just feel silly.”
Azriel knows exactly what she doesn’t need to hear. She doesn’t need to hear that he’s so sorry for her loss, that people come in all the time to cover up all sorts of traumatic scars, that being attacked probably hurt more than getting tattooed would.
Instead, he simply offers her his hands. At first, she takes them, unsure of what he means to do with them, until he twists them over so that the back of his palm is facing up.
“Look closer,” he says. And she does.
His hands are nearly covered in ink, but underneath the dark grays and smooth blending of colors is rough skin. Gwyn’s fingers sweep over the healed flesh, grazing the rough patches with such tenderness, Azriel almost shivers.
“I’ll be honest, scar coverups don’t always make for perfect tattoos. You can see here how some of this scar doesn’t actually disappear. Sometimes the skin is so fragile that it actually damages the skin more. But if you want, I can take a look and see if a cover up is possible?”
Determination fills Gwyn’s eyes and she’s already rolling up her sleeve. Azriel is careful to keep his face perfectly neutral as the scar reveals itself, but Gwyn stiffens under his attention.
“No one else has ever seen it before,” she explains when he tries to give her a reassuring look that turns out a bit pained. Azriel only nods, finding that his tactic of “silence and neutrality” is working.
“May I?” he asks quietly. Gwyn offers her lower arm, allowing Azriel to see the placement up close. He only touches sensitive flesh for just long enough to determine that the coverup would be successful if he took his time and let the skin heal between sessions.
“Well?” she murmurs nervously. Her foot taps, as if she’s ready to pull her arm back and roll her sleeve back down. But she holds her arm completely still until finally Azriel releases it.
“It’ll tattoo.” Gwyn immediately relaxes at the news, pressing her lips together in a tight smile. “If you tell me what you had in mind, I can start sketching it out?”
Gwyn shakes her head, her smiling widening.
“I...I really didn’t get that far, to be honest!” she laughs, joy dancing in her eyes. “I expected to chicken out way before we got here. Or at the very least, pass out at the thought of the needle.”
“You’re made of tough stuff,” Azriel says, warmth reaching every consonant he spoke.
“Let me come up the design myself to start with,” she insists eagerly. “Then you can have it and edit it to your heart’s content. But I have about a million ideas and I think I need some time to narrow them down to just one. And then I should, you know, actually schedule a real appointment instead of just walking in.” She peers down at her watch. “It’s twenty minutes past your closing time. Fuck, Azriel, I’m sorry.”
“Twenty minutes well spent,” he promises.
There’s something about the way her eyes light up, something about that dimple and the freckles around it that put Azriel completely and utterly out of his mind. Maybe that’s why he continues, “Actually, you and I can meet up sometime and...talk about the tattoo? You talk, I sketch? Maybe over coffee?”
For a second, Az fears that she’s going to shrink back and find some other tattoo artist in town who won’t flirt shamelessly with her. But the only thing he detects on her lovely face is sheer delight, as if she’s incapable of hiding a single thing she’s feeling. It’s a relief—to know she wants to see him again just as much as he wants to see her.
“That...that sounds perfect, Azriel. I’ll need all the help I can get.”
She’s bundled back up and halfway out the door when she throws him one last warm smile. Azriel returns it, feeling the back of his neck warm.
“The library is just down the block if you ever want to talk about things that aren’t tattoo related. I’ve been known to bring extra snacks with me to work in case my friends get hungry.” She points a finger in his direction, and the heat on his neck creeps up to his cheeks. “That includes you now. Bye, Az!”
This time as she drifts up the sidewalk, she peers in through that icy window and offers a wave. Azriel stares at the spot long after she’s gone, picturing the fiery red of her hair and the sun through the clouds that melted it to gold.
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Chapter 4 summary: Fluff, fluff, kissing, and more fluff.
This one’s a bit shorter but starting with the next chapter they start getting longer. Next chapter will be up on Tuesday.
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Original summary: One evening Azriel asks Gwyn to eat dinner with him. Kisses, hurt/comfort, smut, bathtub fun, and more ensues. Also Gwyn has more ties to the Autumn Court than she realizes.
Warnings for mentions of past SA, flashbacks, NSFW smut.
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Chapter 4
Over the next several weeks, Gwyn and Azriel developed a familiar pattern. They’d curl up in the small library, entwined together on the couches in front of the fire, kissing lazily. Eventually they’d eat some dinner, sitting there on the floor, and frittered away the rest of the evening talking and laughing together.
Azriel taught Gwyn to play chess, and once she got the hang of it he discovered she was frighteningly good. Not only did she beat him over and over, but often she would inform him of being checkmated a dozen or more moves out, like she could see the whole game played out already in her head.
I don’t remember exactly where I got this idea but I’m pretty sure somebody wrote a headcanon about this a while ago so if that was you please let me know! Anyway here you go and I’m sorry. ily <3
Summary: Gwyn gets Azriel to reveal bottled up feelings for a certain someone. Teasing, brooding, and (emotional) pain :)
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Gwyn’s head whipped around at the loud crash that sounded at the other end of the training ring. It was three in the morning, far too late for anybody else to be up here. Except maybe one male who shared her lack of ability for sleep.
She dropped the bow in her hands and made her way over to the brooding male now looking at her. “Shadowsinger. Rough landing?” A smirk adorned her full lips. She noticed his shadows appeared darker than usual, wrapped around their master as if offering comfort. One curious shadow strayed from its companions and made its way over to Gwyn, hovering in front of her.
With a grunt Azriel snapped his wings tightly to his back and strode towards the door. “I was not aware anybody was up here. I apologize. I’ll leave you to it, Berdara.” Gwyn tilted her head and stared after him.
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Azriel did not bother to land quietly. He assumed the training ring would be empty and wanted to feel the force of impact. It seemed he assumed wrong. His useless shadows once again failed to warn him of the priestess’s presence. Faced with indecision, he stood frozen and watched as Gwyn sauntered over to stand in front of him.
“Shadowsinger. Rough landing?”
A traitorous shadow drifted towards the priestess. They all had some strange infatuation with the red-haired Valkyrie. Never before had they acted like this, but now was not the time to ruminate on such matters. He had enough on his mind.
“I was not aware anybody was up here. I apologize. I’ll leave you to it, Berdara.” Perhaps not the nicest way to end the conversation, but he was in no position to care at the moment.
Gwyn gasped, her face pressing into the crook of his neck. Azriel grinded his teeth, sending a death stare in his brother’s direction. Yet Cass was unfazed as he started walking backwards.
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