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Not hate (genuinely curious) why do people draw Nesta and Feyre with curly hair when Nesta presumably has straight hair and Feyre has wavy hair . I think that is where everyone gets confised ans thinks all three sisters look the same (they don't)
Cassian
I think Cassian has feelings for Azriel and Rhys . The way he spoke about the Mor and Azriel situation in Wings and Ember . The way he was with Rhys throughout ACoSF .
I think this is all proof
Saying Elain "acts like a child" and is "insufferable" while you praise a 25 year old , a 28 year old and a 500+ year old for making bracelets , reading sm*tty books and taking credits and accomplishments for things that just aren't true
Gwyn in particular acts like a teen girl but I guess that's okay . They make her seem like Elain's twin in every way by giving her Elain hair texture , body type , aesthetic , LI ,nouns , her sisters , her bat boy best friend, and sometimes even her powers.
Gwyn is not only annoying but boring af
Imagine you read this:
And then say this:
Reading comprehension where?
It shouldn’t be this hard to understand that the post is comparing characters in the situations they’re trapped in, not their personalities. Azriel is nothing like Helion either. That boy would never let Elain be abused her entire life. Somehow that side of the fandom gets it while Lulu moms once again prove the “I don’t read, I don’t listen, my son is the only one” energy.
You put up multiple disclaimers that Lucien is not abusive like Beron and they still don’t get it 🫠
It’s time for antis to take their own advice and remember something: Lucien isn’t real. The comments I’m seeing are really intense and it seems like the commenters are struggling to separate fiction from reality.
Remember:
Lucien is a fictional character and his feelings can’t be hurt by our comparisons 💗
"They don't give a f*ck about Elain's choice" says the people who want her to grovel . They care so much about her
So funny because they can compare Feyre with Tam*in but this is drawing the line
They don't get hoe bad the mating bond is for a female , Lucien loves pretending like he is a gentlemen that his fans ignore how he goes to her family's homes and invades her space knowing she does not want to spend time with him
The whole "High Lady of the Day Court" thing they try has nothing to do with empowering Elain and everything to do with the fact that somewhere deep down they know that Elain is never going to end up living with the Band of Exiles considering 2/3 of them are directly connected to her trauma, one of those two made r*pe jokes about her, and the second is the one with the mating bond she doesn't want. Oh! And they're living in her ex-fiancé's house!
By the way.
The third one got the dad , she and her sisters needed
Some simple thoughts today
🙅🏻♀️Elain and Lucien don't like each other. Lucien's effort is based on mating bond obligation. He tries about as much as a parent with supervised visitation rights. Elain doesn't owe him shit.
🙅🏻♀️Az is not going to end with Gwyn. That dynamic is all kinds of inappropriate and their scenes have zero romantic markers. Just stop it.
🥰Elain and Azriel like each other and there is proof over the course of several books. All signs point to the next book being about them (and reputable news outlets agree). They are not rebounding with each other and it's not just lust. Feyre said in the novella that Elain doesn't seem hung up on Graysen anymore, and there is more build up between that book and ACOSF that shows Elain and Azriel have evolved in a friends to lovers + forbidden love trope. It's all there, folks.
🤷🏻♀️ It's okay that not every female character is a warrior because there are a lot of ways to show strength. If you hate a quiet, introverted woman and not a quiet, introverted man, that says more about you than the characters or the writing.
🤷🏻♀️If any of these things bother you, I'd suggest going to your local library or bookstore and perusing any other book series. I hope you find something that strikes your fancy.
Azriel's shadows' reactions to Elain are so obviously a good thing. People are just illiterate 😭
A Snow Rose 🌹
The meeting with Rhys had started before dawn, when Velaris was still dark and silent. Azriel planned to be gone the moment it ended, the sooner he left the river house each day, the better. Less chance anything happening,less chance of ...seeing her.
But as he stepped out into the crisp morning air, he saw fresh snow glittering over the garden in a soft white blanket. And standing in the middle of it was Elain.
Azriel went entirely still,foolishly, helplessly still.
The early light caught her hair,turning it gold where the flakes melted against the warm strands. She wore a long, soft brown coat cinched at the waist,and a pale lilac scarf wrapped loosely around her neck. Snow dusted her shoulders, her lashes, the rosy curve of her cheeks. She looked like she stepped out of a dream.
Azriel contemplated fleeing, his wings even twitched, preparing for takeoff. He should go he had been avoiding the river house for weeks, because being near her when the tension between them had grown so intense felt like leaning close to a light that would never belong to him.
But he didn't leave, he couldn't. Just say hello, he told himself ,quick and from a distance.
Elain was bent over the herb beds, brushing snow away from a sprouting winter bloom as if she could will it to survive the frost. Her breath drifted in soft clouds in the cold morning air. She was humming to herself or maybe to the earth the way she sometimes did.
Azriel walked toward her,his steps muffled by the thick snow. She didn't hear him,she was too focused,too gentle with the earth in her hands, too beautiful in a way that stole his breath.
He crouched near a bare rosebush and scooped a handful of snow into his palms. The cold bit into his skin at once, numbing his fingers but he didn't care, he even welcomed it.
Slowly he began to shape the snow. He pressed his thumb into it to form the center of the rose. Then he used the side of his finger to smooth the edges,turning them into curved petals,one by one. Carefully,the same control he used with his blades but this time for something fragile and gentle.
As he worked,his eyes caught the scars that crossed his hands. Pale lines and ridges. These were the hands that hurt people, the hands sent into dark rooms to make others talk,the hands that should never touch anything soft. But he kept shaping the petals anyway.
He flattened one edge, curled another, smoothed the next until each lay just so catching the early light. He let the cold sink deeper, until he could barely feel his fingertips. His shadows slid around him cooling the snow so it wouldn't melt. The rose glowed faintly in his palms, each petal thin and bright like carved glass.
When the bloom was complete, he plucked a thin twig from the rosebush and set the snow rose upon it, shaping it so carefully it looked as if winter itself breathed life into it.
As he stood,Elain straightened and finally noticed him. Her breath caught "Oh…" she murmured,then a soft smile curved her lips "Good morning."
"Good morning" he said smiling at her.
Elain stepped forward, snow crunching softly beneath her boots.The cold had warmed her cheeks to a rosy pink and her eyes stayed locked on him.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked.Her voice warm even in the freezing air.
"I had a meeting with Rhys" he said. "And now I'm leaving."
Her smile faded. It shouldn't have affected him but it did,twisting something tight in his chest.
"You're not going to stay for breakfast?" she asked,hopeful.
He wanted to say yes, wanted to sit with her at that table, listen to her talk,watch her tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and drink warm tea. Wanted it, wanted her too much...
But Lucien could arrive at any moment and Azriel refused to stand there and watch him try to get close to her. He refused to feel that ugly burning jealousy claw up his spine.
So he kept his face still and empty "I can't" he said. "I should get some work done in the continent."
It was the easiest lie he could give. After centuries of spying,lying had become second nature. No one ever saw through him when he didn't want them to… no one except her. She had a way of reading him that left him exposed in a way no one else ever could. That had frightened him at first, it still did.
Elain nodded "Good luck" she said softly. But her eyes said something different...she understood.
Her gaze finally dropped to the small branch in his hand,to the delicate snow rose resting on its tip. Her lips parted slightly, breath catching as she stared at it.
He held it out before he could stop himself "for you."
"Did you make it?"she whispered.
She pulled her hands from her pockets,bare against the cold. The sight of her fingers pink at the tips reaching for the rose,reaching for him, sent a slow heat crawling through his body.
He only nodded
When she took the branch from him,her warm fingers brushed his cold one. The jolt was instant and sharp and he swallowed,trying to steady his breathing. He felt her breath hitch and saw the faint tremble in her hand.
"It's beautiful" she said. "It looks like… glass"
"I know you love roses" he said too fast.
Her eyes lifted to his, widening slightly. She looked surprised at first, then she smiled,glowing, beautiful...a smile that hit him like a blow.
His heart skipped, he wanted her to look at him like that again. He would make a thousand snow roses if it meant she would.
Azriel stepped back,needing space. Needing to breathe. His body felt too warm and his thoughts too loud.
"That's so thoughtful" she said, turning the rose so the sunlight glinted off the crystal like petals. "I wish I could keep it with me but it would melt inside the house."
"I'll make another one for you when this one melts" he said,surprising himself with how steady his voice sounded.
She laughed softly "Thank you" she said,meeting his gaze again.
Her big brown eyes drew him in like pools of honey. Eyes he wanted to fall into... lips he wanted to taste a laugh from again and again.
He had to leave, but he stood there unable to pull himself away,drinking her in like she was the first bit of warmth he felt in weeks. He knew this feeling...this wanting would follow him into the dark later, when he was alone and it would hurt. He would think about her and the smile she gave him. About her hand brushing his...
"You should go inside" he said,looking at her bare hands "It's cold"
She swallowed "See you at the Solstice?"
He inclined his head "See you."
He looked one last time at the snow rose in her hand, at how carefully she held it.Then he turned away before he did something reckless before he reached for her hand again and let this longing ruin everything.
He could feel her watching him as he vanished into shadow. And all he could think was: A rose. That's what I'll gift her for Solstice.
Elain and Azriel.
Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.”
Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden, sunlight bathing them.
“I can help her,” said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose. No shadows at his ear, no darkness ringing from his fingers as he extended a hand. Nesta monitored him like a hawk, but kept silent as Elain took his hand, and out they went.
Feysand: I knew he wasn’t just talking about the house. But I rose up on my toes and kissed his cheek.
Nessian: “What?” He asked, scanning the cavern. But she rose onto her toes and kissed him.
Elriel: Yet Elain didn’t seem to notice them as she rose up on her toes and kissed the shadowsinger’s cheek.
Since people are adamant to portray the Hawthornes (including Libby) and Avery as evil beings , here are some of the things they had planned to start at the end of TFG (before the epilogue) :
Azriel’s POV:
Soft steps padded from under the stair archway, and there she was. The faelights gilded Elain's unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn.
Dusk Colors
Inspired by this beautiful post, I want to bring your attention to the beautiful colors of Dusk.
Dusk is the period of time after sunset when there is still some light in the sky from the sun's reflection off the atmosphere. It is a blend of beautiful hues of Amethyst, pinks, blues, as the night shadows begin to embrace the sky.
Elain and Azriel- "Light and Dark, the space in between a blend of the two." Feyre- ACOMAF
Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, "Should we—does she need...?"
"She doesn't need anything," Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien.
What’s your favorite elain theory?
Oh man. I have so many. It’s so difficult to choose.
My absolute favorite. The one which I will forgive Sarah of her crimes for is that this is Elain in Heir of Fire:
“But,” Luca chattered on, “no one here has any exciting or rare abilities. Like shape-shifting into whatever form they want, or controlling fire”—her stomach clenched at that—“or oracular sight. We did have a female wander in with raw magic two years ago—she could do anything she wanted, summon any element, and she was here a week before Maeve called her to Doranelle and we never heard from her again. A shame—she was so pretty, too. ”
If Sarah pulls this off and this is Elain world-walking…
Azriel has such a strong Husband Energy.
Not the phony romantasy MMC energy where it's all 'let me train you and you go and hack someone to death'
He has 'real life' husband energy. He is observant, thoughtful, protective. Of course it's an idealized version, but he acts in a way a normal man would. He steps in when he is needed. He worries in a genuine manner.
It's interesting to compare him with Mor and with Elain. With Mor, he feels much more like a typical romantasy MMC and acts the way we expect them to act. She is a warrior! (of course), she is capable, trained and she was rescued once, but now she is strong and able and doesn't need any more saving.
When it comes to Elain, he is much more attuned to her and to her capabilities and her shortcomings. For example, he absolutely does not want her to scry, knowing the dangers that come with it, yet he is willing to give her Truth Teller and trust her with it and vice versa. He trusted Truth Teller with her. He won't release her from his embrace when they return from Hybern, just like a husband wouldn't want to. The adrenaline is dropping and now he is faced with the terror of having almost lost her, but also with the enormous relief of wanting to hold her and not let her go.
Domestic Husband Energy Azriel is where he shines.
"She doesn't need anything."
"Sit, I'll take care of it."
"Wait. (Until everyone is seated)."
"Would you like me to show you the garden?"
He knows what she likes. What she needs. What makes her happy. He is possessive of her (in front of others), but gentle and respectful towards her.
He treats her like a wife. Yes, that includes sexual fantasies, which are perfectly normal, especially when a husband thinks of his wife and she is the one who is arousing him.
He keeps her gifts. They laugh together, and share inside jokes. Like a married couple would.
You know who all if that reminds me of?
Lorcan.
Lorcan was acting like a husband because Elide told him that that's what he is. Lorcan listened to her, wanted her, protected her, tore up his shirts to give her period pads, wouldn't allow anyone else to do the same for her, because that was HIS responsibility. Because even when they fought, even when she seemed to hate him, he was still her 'husband'.
Azriel, it seems, is cut from the same cloth. A bloody, vengeful, relentless, quiet monster who's been willingly tamed by a girl who will be his wife.
