#eeek !

       she’s surviving on       a day to day basis  .  going from one problem to the next  ,  one emotion to another  .  feyre still dreams of the spring court  ,  the love she felt there tainted with the taste of her own blood  .  his face no longer a symbol of peace  ,  safety  .  the rooftop of the townhouse has become her sanctuary in the weeks since she arrived in velaris  .  she stands up there for hours  ,  right on the edge as she stares out and reminds herself over and over that she never has to goes back  (  even if there may always be a piece of her that grieves for that life  )  .  

      feyre doesn’t notice  ,  and maybe that in itself is telling of her mental state  ,  when azriel appears beside her  ,  her hand is already in his when she looks over  .  the slight widening of her eyes from the surprise lessens when he raises the hand he holds to his mouth  ,  presses his lips to her skin  .  he holds her there longer than polite company would expect  ,  long enough that if anyone saw they might begin to question  .  she hates herself  ,  hates that she’s so easily swayed  ,  that she’s so easily moved on  .  none of that self hatred prevents her from leaning into his side though  ,  from tucking herself under his wing and winding her arms around his waist  .  “  why do you smell like pine trees  ?  ”  she doesn’t mind though  ,  the scent is comforting and she tucks her head under his chin to chase more of it  ,  to find the smell of him underneath it  .

         @hewncourt​​​  said;             ❛  23 .   a  kiss  on  the  back  of  the  hand . ( from az )              ⋆｀.         𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .