an: I got fired today and I have been working on this for a WHILE but not allowing anyone to read. Ya'll can read and tell me what you think!
Andromeda is an OC, if you couldn't tell lmao.
tw: death, angst (lmk if I have missed anything), probably horrible grammar.
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“For Vallahan” he chanted, plunging the dagger in Andromeda’s chest before pulling it out and slashing her throat.
The inner circle let out a wave of screams and cries as Rhysand and Mor immediately dove to end the traitor.
Andromeda stumbled back, clutching her chest and neck before falling off the cliff.
“ANDROMEDA” Azriel screamed before diving after her with no hesitation. His shadows diving before he could.
Cassian right on his tail.
Andromeda could only watch breathlessly as she fell from the mountain.
The pain was numbing and the taste of blood in her mouth was metallic.
Her vision was going in and out but she couldn’t help but admire how angelic Azriel appeared before her as he flew as fast as gravity could take him to make it to her.
The world was quiet for her as she reached out to him as he outstretched her hand to him weakly.
Far enough where only their fingers touched.
His shadows wrapped around her arm and trailed down to her.
It was that moment that it made sense to Andromeda, it made so much sense that she smiled at him, a weak smile, crimson staining her teeth.
This was the man she was supposed to be with for eternity but she will never know how their life may have turned out.
The snowflakes landed on her skin as the world appeared to slow down around her.
This was the end. This is the last sight she would see.
A winged angel diving for his mate.
Azriel had never been overcome with such panic. This woman he had learned to love and care for which such passion was currently falling just out of reach to her death.
Was this truly the life he was doomed to live? A life where love would be a fleeting moment rather than a season to live in?
The thought made his blood boil. The unfairness of watching everyone around him find love yet he was doomed to be isolated forever.
And the only one who had the care, the courage, the kindness to sit in the shadows alone with him and get to know him for him and not the monster he was known to be was currently plummeting to her death.
Azriel gritted his teeth as he pushed himself faster to grab her hand and pull her towards him.
The ground was too close already. If he must die, let it be with his mate.
He watched the ground grow closer before tightly wrapping his wings and shadows around the both of them and turning so he wouldn’t land on Andromeda.
The impact was hard and painful.
The feeling seized white pain to shoot through his wings and down his spine.
But maybe it was the soft fresh snow, maybe it was the adrenaline but as their bodies bounced and slid to a stop, he immediately sat up and examined Andromeda.
Blood smeared her lips and blood drenched her leathers.
The look in her eyes was growing distant.
He hunched over her, holding her close to his chest, the tears streamed down his face, stinging his cheeks.
She smiled weakly up at him, she opened her mouth to say something but the blood sputtered as she tried to talk.
“No, no, it’s okay. Shhh” Azriel hushed her, brushing the blood soaked hair out of her face.
Cassian landed a little ways away from Azriel, running straight over to Azriel and Andromeda, his heart banging against his chest.
He leaned over to touch Azriel’s shoulder but he snapped in return.
“Get away from her” he hissed, but it came out more as a wail. His shadows shooting towards Cassian to keep his distance.
Cassian stumbled back from the display of emotions Azriel was presenting. It shocked him.
Rhys and Mor winnowed to them, Mor attempting to run past Cassian but he grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Give them a moment,” he said, grief lacing his voice.
They were quiet as they listened to the sobs coming from Azriel.
Even Azriel’s shadows stilled around him.
“Please stay with me” he begged, he grabbed her hand and gripped it tightly as he brought her frozen fingers to his lips and pressed a kiss to them.
“You’re—you’re my mate” Andromeda said through drowning coughs.
Azriel gave her a watery smile as he nodded in agreement.
“Yes. Yes, I am” Azriel cried.
“I’m so happy” she choked.
Rhysand walked towards them, shaking off Cassian’s warning grip.
“Azriel. You’re her mate, give her some of your blood. Try to heal her” he informed him softly.
Azriel grabbed his dagger, without hesitation, quickly, slicing his hand without any thought and bringing it to her lips, he squeezed to let the blood run and trickle into her mouth.
“Please” he begged to no one but the gods. “Please don’t let this be the end,” he cried.
Andromeda weakly swallowed the blood but even Rhysand could tell Andromeda was too far gone to be saved.
He turned away from the scene to prevent his tears from falling.
“Rhysand. Save her” Azriel yelled, “bring her back, like you brought back Feyre” he demanded.
Rhysand shook his head, fighting the sob that crept up his throat.
“It doesn’t work like that” Cassian spoke for him.
Azriel glared at him, eyes puffy and face red. “How the hell would you know?” He seethed.
“You know it doesn’t work like that, Az” Cassian said softly.
Azriel kept his gaze for a moment before his face crumpled into a sob once more.
Looking back at Andromeda he realized her shallow breaths had stopped and her eyes were glazed over and lifeless.
She had died in his arms.
Azriel began shaking heat rushing to his head as the world became silent.
Azriel the quiet shadowsinger let out a scream so loud, so gut wrenching it caused Mor to cover her mouth and fall to the ground with a sob.
The sound shattering Rhysand and Cassian’s heart into millions of pieces, but the heartache they were going through was merely passive in comparison to what Azriel was feeling.
Azriel scooped Andromeda’s cold body into his arms as he stood up quietly. Ignoring the searing pain that raced through his body. Flying off without a word.
He flew from that mountain to the house of wind that night. It took 15 hours of flying.
He was the last one to make it back.
He laid Andromeda on his bed before wetting a cloth and wiping her face clean.
Cleaning up her wounds and dressing them quietly. His shadows seemed to wail a symphony.
His shadows sung for her.
He sat next to the bed and held her cold hands and fell asleep next to her.
He’d bury her himself in the morning.
Death was peaceful, it was like watching her life go by from a different point of view. She watched herself grow up once more.
Regardless of the memories, she smiled at them fondly.
Her heart swelled as she saw Azriel in her memories for the first time.
He stalked her in the corners, waiting for her to slip up.
How he watched her intently until that gaze melted into something sweeter.
’Did he always look at me like that?’ She asked herself.
Azriel couldn’t hide the grin on his face as he watched Andromeda walk through the forest, ranting about her favourite types of plants.
Or the way he looked at her when she danced with Tarquin, such anger painted his face. It was almost uncharacteristic.
How he tensed as he chased her down the hall and pressed her against that wall, the look morphing from jealousy to hunger.
How he watched her with pride on that battlefield, as she slipped through the many soldiers with ease, and how he smiled at her with love.
The scene shifted to him sobbing over her body on that snowy field at the bottom of the mountain.
How his tears fell on her cheeks and how she had passed with a smile.
A smile of being in the arms of her mate.
The knife twisting look of stoicism as he held her body and flew it back to the house of wind.
And how he now looked, defeated holding her hands as he fell asleep next to her.
She didn’t know death would be this heartbreaking for the dead.
Yet she wouldn’t know what death would be like.
She had died before and this wasn’t nearly close to it.
This was her body preserving her soul, as her mate’s blood worked in tandem with her healing.
She watched as Azriel’s shadows moved over to her, to her soul, pulling her towards her body. She let the shadows wrap around her hands and intertwine itself between her fingers and lead her to her body.
She reached the edge of the bed, standing next to Azriel, she reached out and gentle pressed a kiss to her head before the shadows pulled her into her physical body .
Azriel felt the pressure on his head as he jumped awake. Looking around to see who had touched him but was met with no one.
Just a quiet dark room with only the full moon illuminating through the tall window.
He was about to settle back into his seat until he felt Andromeda stir.
He sat up and watched her intently for surely he must’ve been dreaming.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she moved her stiff body around.
His heart stopped, standing up immediately to hold her once more.
“Andromeda?” He called, “Andromeda, can you hear me?” He held her face in his hands.
Her eyes fluttered open and her vision focused on Azriel, her mate. Her heart swelled.
an: Please let me know what you think, it's apart of a larger story but I've been developing it for so long, I'm getting exhausted.
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