Stories Untold

Reaching his home, theseus unlocked the door and headed inside with the woman, closing the door behind them. He led her to the couch and sat her down, leaving her only to grab a blanket to lay over her shoulders in hopes it might comfort her “just stay here and take it easy ma'am” he spoke softly kneeling down and studying her expression with a s frown “…How did you know some of those things about me? Who are you?”

Azriel was going to do something stupid, something either he or Elain would regret, Rhys was certain, so he did the only thing he could think of to at least delay the inevitable and filled the space beside Elain before his Spymaster could. Not that he really knew what he would do once he got there, and he could feel Feyre’s eyes on him even if she looked like she was enjoying dancing with their friends without a care. Not to mention Azriel’s.

“Well this…” Rhys gestured to the party in front of them, a light smirk on his face, “is to fill the time before the big event. As for the big event, that remains better off seen than explained. It does not seem to me you are quite in the partying mood though.” Not that Elain ever seemed to be in a particularly partying mood. He’d seen her happy and celebratory, certainly, but always somewhat on the outside. Feyre had been forced into a role that let her find a place in his world. Elain hadn’t really had that opportunity.

Elain has spent most of the evening watching her sisters, and Azriel. Their eyes had met a few times, and then she’d look away. She was surprised, and a touch disappointed that it wasn’t the shadow-singer who had come to stand next to her. 

She looked more captivating than Starfall itself and Azriel hadn’t yet managed to drag his eyes off her. Mor had tried to distract him, dancing with him, talking to him, acutely aware he was smitten over someone else’s mate, but Azriel hadn’t exactly given her his full attention, barely interacting with her enough in return to keep her trying for long. He was clearly not going to be swayed.

Eventually, Azriel couldn’t keep himself from being drawn to her, sidelining the rest of the party and stepping up to her. She looked out of place, he was just keeping her company, that was all. “It will become obvious fairly soon,” he smiled mysteriously. It hadn’t even really hit him that she’d never seen a Starfall before. All that beauty would be new to her. And he was the one there to enjoy it with her, not Lucien. “I know a place where the view is better, away from the crowds.” Rhys and Feyre might have claimed the House of Wind, but that didn’t mean Azriel didn’t have his own places he could take her.

Since the events in Hybern, Elain had been rediscovering herself. She’d had to spend more time getting over Greyson, whom she’d truly loved. Though given that he couldn’t look past his own prejudices for her, she wondered if their love had been real enough. And then there was Azriel, as she’d met his gaze a few times, cheeks blushing slightly.

🤡 go to the circus together

🙏 pray together

👊 fight each other

💪 workout together

💅 give each other makeovers

👮🏾 get arrested together

🕵🏼 investigate a crime together

👩🏻‍🎓 graduate together

👨🏾‍🏫 go to school together

👰🏻 get married

💑 kiss

👗 go shopping together

👙 go swimming together

💼 work together

🐶 get a pet together

🐼 go to the zoo together

🌍 go travelling together

✨ go stargazing together

🌈 go to pride together