This is the moment that Azriel and Fenrys fall in love with each other. Well, maybe not the moment, but the realization.
*****
Mor sighed obnoxiously as she collapsed in her seat. “Did somebody curse me or something? What the fuck is going on?”
Fenry popped an olive into his mouth, grinning. “Tough break?”
“Gah. I’m practically being ignored.” Mor groaned, dropping her head onto the table.
“Oh dear, Fen, what have you done to Mor?” Cassian asked as he slid into the seat beside Mor.
Azriel took the seat across from him and beside Fenrys, passing out the new round of drinks he’d collected.
“Apparently, everyone’s too busy staring at my beautiful face to look at hers.” Fenrys sighed piteously.
“I even tried flirting!” Mor cried. “Do you know how bad I am at flirting?”
Cassian rolled his eyes. “It’s not that hard.”
“Really? I doubt you even know how to— girls just throw themselves at you.”
“Of course I know how. Watch and learn.”’ Cassian slid closer to her and wrapped a lock of her golden hair around his fingers. His voice lowered. “You busy tonight, princess?”
Mor burst into laughter while Azriel snorted loudly. He was drunk, Fenrys could tell. There was a slight flush to his cheeks, and he’d swayed a bit when he set down their drinks.
“Got something to add, shadowsinger?” Cassian crooned.
“There’s no way that would work.” Azriel sat back, gesturing to Mor. “Look at her. She’s not even blushing.”
“Like you could do any better.”
“Watch and learn, brother,” Azriel purred before turning to Fenrys.
He put a hand on Fenrys’ thigh, dangerously high, and leaned in, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear so he could whisper, “Leave your door unlocked.”
All thoughts flew from Fenrys’ head as he blanched, cheeks aflame. He’d never… Nobody had ever…
Azriel chuckled softly as he withdrew, throwing Cassian a smug look. “That’s how it’s done.”
Fenrys’ tried to control his face and failed, epically.
Across from him, Mor laughed. “Oh, Azzy! I think you broke him. He’s blushing like a virgin.”
Fenrys put his elbows on the table so he could bury his head in his hands, mortified by his own reaction. Az was just joking, for gods’ sake.
Azriel patted his shoulder, which wasn’t very comforting at all. “That’s how you know it worked,” he told Mor and Cassian.
“Don’t tease the poor guy like that. Look. He’s about to have a conniption.” Cassian pushed Fenrys’ drink into his line of sight, which he greedily accepted.
Azriel slung an arm over the back of Fenrys’ chair as conversation moved on.
Cassian jerked his chin to the bar. “Why don’t you show us in the field, Az? For all we know, Fenny could just have a crush on you.”
Azriel chuckled again as Fenrys choked on his drink. He tilted his head, eyeing the brunette Cassian had indicated. Fenrys’ gaze was drawn to the hard line of his jaw as Azriel leaned closer. The movement pushed his side into Fenrys’ shoulder, warming him. “Not my type.”
“Right,” Mor purred. “You’ve got a thing for blonds. Two seats down, in the black dress.”
“I do not have a thing for blonds. Also, she came in with someone.”
Cassian elbowed Mor, wiggling his brows. “He’s been watching her, then.”
“I’ve been watching everybody.” Azriel’s fingers danced absently over Fenrys’ shoulder. “Or have you forgotten my job description?”
“Oh, come on, Az. Indulge us.” Mor propped her elbows on the table, pouting. “We all know you haven’t taken anyone home in months. That is, unless someone is waiting for you there…”
“Stop digging, Mor,” said Azriel, his voice lowering a fraction.
“Ha!” Mor slammed her hand on the table. “I knew it! Fen, you owe me ten marks.”
Azriel looked offended. “Fenrys, you’ve joined in their shenanigans?”
Fenrys sheepishly handed over the money. “You never talk about your lovers, and if you’re getting all pissy over the mention of one, that means…”
“I don’t have one.”
Fenrys snatched his coins back from Mor. “Pay up. Both of you. I told you I could get him to admit it.”
“Goddamnit.” Cassian dug around in his pockets.
Azriel sighed. “Why are you all so invested in my love life?”
“Because it’s so damned boring,” Mor groused. “How long has it been since you got laid, huh? With how bitchy you’ve been, I suspect a month at least.”
“I thought he was normally like this,” Fenrys said around a grin. “There’s some other state beyond absolute grouch?”
“There's a slightly more tolerable grouch.” Cassian sipped his drink.
Azriel rolled his eyes.
Fenrys, who relished any reaction whatsoever from the shadowsinger, couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of triumph.
Triumph, and something else.
*****
Conversation moved on. Azriel was only half-paying attention. He blamed it on the alcohol, but the real culprit may have been Fenrys, laughing at his side. He looked more handsome when he was happy, Azriel thought.
They left an hour later. They still had to train tonight, Azriel had reminded Fenrys when he grumbled about leaving.
As they flew, Fenrys pointed to the mountain peak. “Can we go there?” he shouted over the wind.
Azriel glanced at him, but shrugged. A new terrain wouldn’t hurt. A few minutes later, they landed on the very tip of the mountain.
Fenrys grinned, looking out over the city.
“Why here?” Azriel asked from a few paces away.
“I don’t know.” Fenrys went to the very edge. “Do you ever just want to scream?”
“What?” Azriel came to his side, close enough to grab him if he tumbled.
“Like, just… let it out, you know? Just scream.” Fenrys gazed out at the city. “I guess you’ve never had a desire to be loud. It would be against your dark and mysterious nature.”
Azriel snorted. He had the desire to be loud, to scream and cry and rage, but those were emotions better suited to a saner man. He wasn’t sure if he started yelling that he’d be able to stop.
Fenrys blinked at him. “I don’t think you really get it. Shall I demonstrate?”
Azriel waved a hand. “Go ahead.”
Fenrys tipped his chin to the sky, drew in a deep breath, and roared.
The sound was instantly swallowed up by the wind, torn from Fenrys’ throat. It didn’t sound like anguish or rage or any good reason to be roaring. It was just… sound for the sake of sound.
The last notes vanished as quickly as they appeared. Fenrys turned to Azriel, his cheeks flushed with more than the alcohol. “See?”
“Does that make you feel better?” Azriel asked, honestly curious.
“More than you’d expect. Try it.”
Azriel shook his head. “I think I’m good.”
“Come on.” Fenrys poked him in the ribs. “It’s not going to hurt anything.”
“There’s no point.”
“And does everything you do have to have a purpose? What kind of life is that?”
Azriel crossed his arms over his chest and said pathetically, “Ahhhh.”
Fenrys laughed. “Gods. That’s going to live forever in my mind. Not like that. Like… like a howl.”
“Not everyone is half wolf,” Azriel reminded him.
“Hey, the wolves got this one right. I promise.” Just to show off, Fenrys tilted his face back to the moon and howl, low and loud. This one was different: the haunting bay of an animal rather than the pure emotion of a man.
Azriel couldn’t help but be transfixed.
Fenrys’ eyes opened, as dark and depthless as the earth itself. “What?” he asked.
Azriel shook his head. “Fine.”
Fenrys waited.
Rolling his eyes, Azriel tried not to feel a little shy. He hesitated, then turned away from Fenrys, hands fisted at his side. He didn’t close his eyes like Fenrys and let out a shout like thunder.
The shadows went wild, leaping and quivering, almost as if they were surprised. They licked into the air, devouring the sound almost as quickly as the wind did.
Azriel opened his eyes wide, a hand going to his throat, where the shout had died. And it… it felt good. He felt almost… lighter? That wasn’t the right word. Some things can’t be described by words.
Fenrys chuckled. “How was it?”
“It…” Azriel’s gaze slid to Fenrys’ mouth without his permission. He wanted to consume that grin and all the noice that came from it. Wanted to eat Fenrys alive. “It’s cathartic.”
“It is.” Fenrys sat down on the very edge of the mountain, feet dangling, completely unaware of where Azriel’s thoughts had turned. It was a long few moments before Azriel sat beside him.
“How often do you do this?”
Fenrys tilted his head. “Not as often as I’d like to. It’s hard to find places where you can just scream.”
Azriel’s wings splayed out behind him, curling protectively around Fenrys’ shoulders. The lights of Velaris were a night sky themselves, as breath taking as the first time he’d seen them.
Fenrys leaned against Azriel’s shoulder and yawned. “Do we really have to train today?”
“No,” Azriel said quietly. For his mind was still catching up, still trying to explain the haunting image that had scorched the inside of his brain:
A boy, eyes closed, head back, howling to a moon that was not his own.
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my process is so fuckin ugly and this is still just really early sketchy crap and I’m wayyyy out of my comfort zone BUT THATS NOT GONNA STOP ME FROM GOING FERAL BECAUSE I LOVE MY LITTLE TRIO TOGETHER SO FUCKING MUCH FUCKINGGGGGG SHITFKFJHGKJGJH ATREYU IS JUST A LITTLE GUY. THE GOODEST BOY. THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER HELP ME
Doodles of Fenriel and Ruhan, drawn while watching a movie with my housemates :) they're Sindryl! My species - strange tall deer-snake-fox-bird-things :)
Sooo I guess I just came around to upload my Inktoper pieces from last year, hooray! :’)
I saw @crispych0colates inctober schedule and liked what I saw, so I asked if it was okay if I worked with the same schedule.
These were Dragon Age themed, however some of these pictures will include OCs and AUs of hers and I think a single one with my Inquisitor.
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So uh... fun fact. I haven't been posting art here BUT I have been arting. At speed. Old painting on the left, new on the right, both Fenriel Lavellan, sad ginger elf boy. So uh... yeah improvement happens over time what's up with that?
CURVEBALL: GAVRIEL. THERE YOU GO. ( @king-havilliard you know this is your fault)
5. Who usually has nightmares?
I mean....They’re both probably pretty fucked up at this point but I think Fenrys’ are probably the worst/most frequent? (I don’t think Gavriel would have nightmares that much? I think he spends so much of his time awake and conscious agonising over and over about the things that he’s done that his subconscious doesn’t feel as great a need to bring it up again) Fenrys suppresses so much more so he starts reliving it at night instead.
Gavriel is incredibly patient with him and so, so gentle. He gets softly washed down with a damp cloth and Gavriel will murmur quietly to him and hold his hand and stop him completely losing his mind. He understands when Fenrys needs to shift though, just to not be in this body with those memories attached to it. Sometimes he just sits beside him and lets him lie in wolf form at his side other times he shifts with him and they’ll just run for hours and hours together until Fenrys finally collapses somewhere and shifts back and Gavriel does the same and just holds him.
(Gavriel is also deeply disturbed by the things Fenrys tells him because he had no idea it was that bad. But he never lets any of that show. It helps Fenrys to talk about his nightmares afterwards and he feels safe with Gavriel and the words just...tumble out of his mouth one after the other and he can’t stop them and there are no filters to what he’s saying at all he just has to get it out. Gavriel understands that and keeps his reactions firmly in check but the things Fenrys tells him will haunt him and keep him awake and staring quietly into the darkness, thinking, long after his partner has fallen asleep again in his arms.)
24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener?
Fenrys talks. And talks. And talks. And talks. And talks some more. And when he’s finished with that he does even more talking! Whether Gavriel is listening all the time is questionable. (Spoiler: he is, he pretends he’s not, but Fenrys can see that little half smile on his lips that’s trying to say: ‘I am a poor, long-suffering bastard, look what I have to endure’ but is really saying: very fond affection for this idiot I’m stuck with and wouldn’t have it any other way.)
31. Who is more affectionate?
Fenrys is more so in a very overly dramatic, over the top, intense sort of way. He’s constantly touching Gavriel (like...constantly) he’s always sneaking up behind him and snuggling him from behind or peppering him with little kisses or mumbling that he loves him more than anything else that has ever, or will ever, exist because Gavriel, like, slides a coffee over to him to help him wake up or something equally trivial. He also plans all of their extravagant dates and always wants them to try new things and just ROMANCE GAVRIEL, ROMANCE. Gavriel sort of does that thing where he’s sighing but on the inside he’s grinning like an idiot because he’s just so happy, what’s he supposed to do?
Gavriel is much more reserved when they’re around other people but..in private...Fenrys knows he’s a cuddler. He gets teased a lot about being a big kitten that constantly wants its belly scratched. Gavriel growls at Fenrys for this assessment but..tbh it’s true, there’s really no denying it at all.
So, for context, in all of these headcannons, Fenrys accidentally fell into Velaris while working for Maeve (pre-Aelin) and while Rhys was still under the mountain. He doesn't speak the language, so Mor uses her magic as kind of an automatic translator that doesn't work on writing or music.
*These are not in order. Some of them may also occur after Fenrys leaves Velaris and finds his way back fifty years later*
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