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“That’s what mortal means,“ I say with a sigh that I don’t have to fake. “We die. Think of us like shooting stars, brief but bright.”

Wizardrynet’s Advent Calendar: Day Seven

@novelsnet​ event 01: get to know the members — THE NIGHT CIRCUS.

The conducter:

Cassian stormed into the river house, his moves purposeful, fast.

He was on a mission. And nothing would stop him.

“Hello hello” he walked into the living room, where Feyre and Rhys were sat with a fussing Nyx.

Any other time, he would have laughed. They looked terrible.

He walked straight up to his High lady , who looked frazzled, eyes barely taking Cassian in, and plucked the baby from her arms.

“Here ya go high lord” He handed Nyx to Rhys and grabbed Feyre.

“We’re going out” he tugged on her arm.

“What?” Her voice sounded strained, tired.

“We. Are. Going. Out.” He said each word slowly, and smiled slightly when Feyre scowled, reminding him of Rhy’s mother, and the scolding she would give when Cassian got smart.

“I understand THAT part. It’s the part where you think I’m going out tonight with you, when I have a baby right there” a point at Rhys and Nyx, the former looking at the exchange with amusement and interest.

“Rhysie can look after his child, he had no problem making him after all” a stupid smile on his face, widening as Rhys tried to mask his laugh with a cough.

Feyre crossed her arms, and Cassian realised how hard this would be.

“Why?” She squinted at him.

“Super top secret emergency Feyre. You’ll have to trust me.” He winked.

She rolled her eyes, but Cassian hauled her into his arms and was in the air moments later.

Do I want to know where you’re taking my mate amusement laced his brothers words

Not far. You’ll be fine. Whats the point of all those fancy schmancy powers of yours if you can’t survive with a newborn baby for a few hours .

He felt Rhys laugh.

Take care of her

Always Cassian replied as he landed on the balcony.

“What’s the big emergency” her eyes darted around.

“I missed you” he said simply, bracing himself for her reaction.

“You took me away from my baby, because you MISSED me” she exploded, and Cassian thought he saw smoke coming out of her fingertips.

“Your baby has the most powerful high lord in history wrapped around his finger. He’s fine. You however. Are not.” He stared at her pointedly.

“You haven’t taken a break Feyre” he said softly and walked a little towards her.

“I’m High Lady of the Night court and mother to a newborn, I don’t have TIME for a break”

“Look around Feyre, you officially are off the clock” he said smugly.

“We’ll do anything you want. Have fun for an hour, for 60 small minutes, and we can go back” he promised

There was a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Anything I want?” Cassian nodded. “Fine. You have yourself a deal.” Her smirk widening.

He felt the familiar tingle across his skin.

And Cassian. Lord general of the armies of the night court, gulped in fear.

•••

“OW!!” Cassian yelped, darting away from her

“You STABBED me” he exclaimed. Feyre, crouching down beside him, rolled her eyes.

“It’s a pin prick”

“There’s blood!” He pointed. “Therefore you stabbed me!”

“Well then stop moving!! “ she retorted. “I thought you were practiced at breathing exercises and all that” she teased, once again coming for him with the needle.

“No! That’s enough. No more” he tugged uncomfortably at the clothes he was wearing

“Stop moving!” She scowled! “I’ve almost got the hem lined up.

Cassian looked down.

A dress, Feyre had decided that she wanted to use her hour to make a dress. And had decided that Cassian would make the perfect model to wear the dress as she worked on it.

“Feyre cursebreaker, high lady of the night court, protector of the rainbow and wielder of the powers of all seven courts. Sometimes you must admit defeat.” She looked up at him with a scowl

“You are not a seamstress. In fact, you are a terrible seamstress. There is a chance you are the worst dressmaker in the whole of Pyrnth. So please, for the love of the cauldron, put down the needle!” He finished dramatically and was rewarded by another stab to his leg

“HEY!” He tried to bend down and rub his leg, but the fabric was too tight, and he could barely bend.

Cassian thought back to Rhys’s mother. He hasn’t had the patience to sit still for so long, but he remembered Azriel holding swaths of fabric for her, as she embroidered.

His high lady didn’t seem to have the same knack for it.

“This was your idea! So shush, stand still. And stop moving!” She held onto his leg, fumbling with the needle.

He prayed that Nesta or Mor didn’t walk in. He would never be able to explain this. And never be able to live it down either.

“This dress isn’t finshed, it’s nowhere close to being finished, the hem isn’t lined up, the stitches are loose, and honestly? The fabrics clash” he huffed and crossed his arms as much as he could.

Feyre slowly stood, a mix of anger and laughter on her face.

“I’ve been friends with Mor for 500 years. I know things” he defended.

“It’s not my fault you’re a terrible model!”

“I am. BLEEDING” he almost screeched. His legs began to itch.

“Fine” she sighed, looking down at the dress and wincing.

“Rhys’s mom made my dresses. I thought I could do the same for Nyx” she admitted.

He nodded, and added teasingly. “It’s a good thing you’re immortal then, because you need a LOT of practice”

She elbowed him and they both laughed.

“It really is terrible isn’t it?”

You’re a painter, how you got the colours so wrong I’m not so sure. But yes. It’s terrible” he waved the fabric slightly, cringing.

“I suggest we burn it and never speak of this again. To anyone. Ever.” He emphasised.

Too late

Cassian swore

You look ravishing in blue brother . Really makes your eyes pop. Mor spat out her drink when I showed her. I think she feels threatened. Nesta thinks you look better in dresses than she does.

“Feyre” Cassian said through gritted teeth.

“Whoops” unsuccessfully attempting to look remorseful

“Il get you for this” he swore, the beginnings a plan already forming.

“Emergency with Nyx, bye got to go!” She laughed, and soared into the air, her wings emerging.

Cassian watched her go as he shook his head.

Cassian. Came her voice after a moment.

Thank you for today. For reminding me. For making me feel like me again.

Cassian was glad to hear her voice no longer sounded so tired and strained.

Anytime Feyre. Anytime.

Tamlin: When you fuck her, have you ever noticed that little noise she makes right before she climaxes?

As Azriel walked into the training room, he was shocked to see Gwyn standing at the window. Her head snapped to him.

Her eyes widened as they took him in, her mouth parting.

He cursed himself. He did not want anyone to see him. Especially like this.

“What- what happened. How-“ she took a step towards him, and his shadows danced out to meet her.

His mission today had been... violent. His wounds still healing, his skin so sensitive he had foregon a shirt.

Gwyn swallowed.

“It’s fine.” A whisper, and he watched her mark every wound on his skin.

“I can help-” she took another step forward.

“I’ll be fine by myself- it’ll be healed by morning” a clear lie, and he winced as he lifted his arm.

“That’s not- you aren’t okay- what, how did this.. ?” Her words were fumbling as she came to stand in front of him.

“It’s fine. I’ll be fine. Stop worrying about me” his shadows swirled, and Azriel shifted under the attention of her bright eyes.

“Stop being stubborn. Let me bandage them up” he shook his head, unused to all the fussing.

As if the house was listening, a hamper of bandages and ointment appeared.

“See! Even the house thinks you need help” she grinned in victory. Azriel looked at her, seeing the stubbornness in her eyes.

He nodded his head, resigned. She smiled smugly.

He squinted at her.

“Only because the house will lock me out if I refuse”

“Whatever you say” she rolled her eyes, grinning. She grabbed a cloth and bowl of water, coming to stand right in front of him, nodding her head in the direction of the settee.

He stared blankly back. A silent challenge, to see who would fold first. He was being stubborn on principle, he knew.

She rolled her eyes.

“You have to sit. You’re too tall and I can’t reach” she shook her head slightly, finding his antics amusing.

“Liar”

She scoffed “ excuse me”

“I trained you” he gave her a pointed stare. “You have better balance than almost anyone. You can tiptoe just fine”

“You’re too big for me” he smiled at the blush that formed in her cheeks, he raised his eyebrows.

“You are too TALL for me” she amended. Azriel noted the way she scanned the breadth of his shoulders, her blush deeping. He smiled wider.

“I can’t tiptoe and hold a bowl and treat you. So sit” she grabbed his arms then. Her hand barely wrapping around the front of the bicep.

Azriel tensed his muscles slightly. Liking the way her pale hand contrasted his skin, how warm the point where they touched felt.

He was awarded by her intake of breath.

Gwyn swallowed once and pushed him backwards, he relented, letting himself be moved.

Sitting down, he stared up at her as she stood in front of his widened legs.

She leaned in close, his shadows dancing out to meet her.

“Tell your shadows to stop distracting me” she laughed.

“They’re stubborn and won’t listen. Like someone else I know” a pointed glance at her. She squinted at him, but did not halt her movements.

Azriel closed his eyes as she bought the cloth to him, her other hand coming to rest gently on his shoulder. The movement soothing, and he lamented reluctantly, felt good.

“What happened” her gaze stayed on the cloth, but Azriel looked at her.

“Nothing to worry about. Nothing that requires all this fuss”

“You deserve to be fussed over. And this isn’t nothing”

She sat beside him, and began to clean and wipe the cuts and bruises on his side.

“Just a mission that went a bit wrong” he said bitterly, angry at himself. “It’s my fault”

She scoffed and shook her head

“Is something wrong?” He bristled, hating seeing her mood change from the laughter mere moments ago

She bit her lip, and tensed her jaw, but said nothing. Angry, Az realised. She was angry.

The air had shifted, tense, around them as she continued to wipe his chest.

A shadow danced out to her, dancing and wrapping around her until the corner of Gwyn’s mouth lifted.

“I think it’s ridiculous. I think you’re ridiculous. I think you set these ridiculous standards for yourself, and you almost kill yourself in the process trying to reach them”

Azriel looked at her, shocked at how much of him she had observed.

“You don’t even realise.” She carried on, but stood up “How-how much everything you do means to everyone. How much you mean to everyone”

“That’s not..” Azriel fumbled. Looking down to Gwyn’s hand on his chest, above his heart.

“You seem to think no one would care. That you’re dispensable, and that it’s okay if you die. It’s not”

Her eyes were wide, her chest heaving as she spoke, they were so close, their lips inches apart.

Azriel stood slowly, his wings coming out slightly, wrapping slightly around Gwyn’s shaking form.

“ You saved me.” Her hand still on his chest, she refused to meet his gaze. “That day, you saved me, and if you hadn’t.” She swallowed, slowly raising her chin to meet his gaze.

“You matter, Azriel. And not just then. Here in this room” she gestured around. “You help us all”

They stared at each other, Azriel, unable to to form a sentence, his mind reeling at her words. His wings still wrapped slightly around them, they both seemed content to stand there.

“So” she broke the spell at last, turning slightly to grab a salve from the basket.

“Next time you do something dangerous and reckless and almost kill yourself”

With gentle filters, she applied the salve to the cut on his chest, Azriel followed the movement with his eyes.

“Try to remember that you’re not dispensable. And at the very least, let someone bandage you up” she finshed with the salve, and grabbed a bandage, wrapping it across his chest.

“ It’s a deal” Azriel whispered into the strip of space between them, Gwyn’s head looking up to him

“The next time I almost accidentally almost kill myself” he gave a small smile, to which Gwyn returned

“ I’ll come to you, and let you bandage me up”

“Without being so stubborn” she quipped, raising an eyebrow

Azriel gave a small laugh and nodded

“Without being so stubborn” he agreed.

“Deal” she said, dropping her hand from his chest at last and turning to walk away.

“Gwyn” Azriel called out, she turned to him. “ thank you, for the fussing”

“Get used to it” she said softy, eyes bright and warm, and turned once more to leave.

Azriel watched her go, as one of his shadows trailed after her, assured when it informed him she’d reached her room.

He looked down at his chest, remembering how warm she had felt, how insistent she had been at making sure he was okay.

Rhys= Passionate

Cassian= Rough

Azriel= Kinky

Thinking about how Feyre couldn’t stand the sight of red at the beginning of ACOMAF and had a panic attack seeing red petals.

And in velaris, with Rhys, when she imagine wearing cute lingerie for him. It’s red. And she hasn’t even realised that it doesn’t paralyse her anymore. She’s just focused on what she feels and how happy rhys makes her.

Kai: Irene Winters is flawless.

Vale: She has two first edition Verne's and a dagger hidden somewhere on her person at all time.

Catherine: I hear her Library brand is insured for $10,000.

Sterrington: I hear she does book commercials... in Japan.

Coppelia: Her favorite book is all of them.

Li Ming: One time she met Oscar Wilde on a zeppelin.

Mu Dan: - and he told her she was pretty.