gwyneth berdara ✨🤌🏻 through azriel’s eyes
the 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 priestess smiled 💘💘 and Azriel thought it might have been directed at his shadows. 🤏🏻
But she just hooked her 𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓎-𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 behind an arched ear. 😩💖
He blocked out the bloody memory that flashed, so at 𝑜𝒹𝒹𝓈 with the Gywn he saw before him 𝓃𝑜𝓌. 🥺🥺
Gwyn’s 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 flashed with alarm. 🌊🌊 🤭
Her mouth quirked to the side, crinkling the 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓀𝓁𝑒𝓈 on her nose. 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻✨
Pure 𝒶𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 glittered in her stare. 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 than the pain and grief he’d spied a moment before. 🥹
She angled her head, hair shining like 𝓂𝑜𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁. 🫦🍁
She shrugged again, 𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎. Az narrowed his eyes, studying her. 🧐💝
but Gwyn blew out a breath, steadied her feet and balance, and sliced. A 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁, 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝓈𝑒 blow, but it didn’t sever the ribbon. 🎀🤍
Gwyn 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹𝓁𝓎. “Thank you.”
Azriel dipped his head in a sketch of a bow, something restless settling in him. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 his shadows had calmed. 😎
Gwyn nodded her farewell, again facing the ribbon. A warrior sizing up an opponent, all traces of that 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 irreverence gone. 😩🖤
How Gwyn’s teal eyes might 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason. . . he could see it.
A thing of secret, 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎. ✨











