to whatever end.

azriel is part of the velaris mob, he runs it with his two brothers rhys and cassian. cassian is married to gwyn’s best friend nesta, but nesta has been out of touch lately–probably because cassian is railing her let’s be real lol.

so gwyn is at the saturday morning farmer’s market in velaris, and all of a sudden a fight breaks out. she sees the Demon of Death, Azriel. he’s familiar but she can’t place him. Gwyn sees her life flash before her eyes and she hides under one of the farmer’s carts. Bullets fly, and as the dust clears, two heavily booted feet before her, and then the angel of death is looking down at her. making eye contact. for a moment she’s back in sangravagh, beaten, broken by hybern.

but then Azriel is gone. and she’s left wondering if this was a blessing or a curse.

she goes back to the convent, and says nothing to anyone, though their benefactor is rhys, and she doesn’t think he’ll be all the pleased if she reports to him.

she sleeps uneasily that night, and then the next morning when the act of terror is all over the news. an alarm is tripped at the convent, and Gwyn heads straight for the armory, knowing that she can take him him out or he’ll take her out. but when she opens the door and points a gun in his face–Azriel grins.

“i’m not here to kill you,” he says in that steadfast, quiet way.

gwyn snarls, and cocks the gun, “why are you here then, pretty boy?”

azriel disarms her, makes the gun safe and walks inside the convent. “how long did you know i was coming.”

gwyn shrugs, “couldn’t have been more than two minutes.”

azriel shugs powerful shoulders, and sticks his hands in his pockets, “do you want breakfast?”

“no.” gwyn says right as her stomach growls.

azriel grins, a knowing, pleased smirk. “don’t lie, you’re not all that good at it.”

gwyn looks at him, really takes him in. he’s wearing a three piece suit, shoes shined to within an inch of their life, and his eyes are lined with the barest hint of kohl. “if i didn’t know better i’d think you came here to ask me out and not to kill me.” dead, she should really be well and truly dead.