A/N: so, uh, fair warning this is...dark. this is more or less a character study of Azriel and his feelings for Mor- i wanted to really dig into the part of him that he hides from the rest of the circle. so yeah, this is just my interpretation of how HE feels about himself- obvs i love him with all of my heart and i would never think the things he thinks about himself. 500 ish words
Azriel is good at waiting.
It’s the reason he’s so good at his job. He is patient in a way that Rhysand calls admirable and Cassian calls sick. Time is Azriel’s oldest friend, after all. For a long while, time was Azriel’s only friend, along with the shadows that crept up his spine and the sound of water dripping from cold stone.
It’s no surprise, why he turned out the way he did. Lock a child in a dungeon, and they begin to grow dark in a way that nobody can understand.
He’s not fire, like Cassian. Not even ice, like Feyre’s sister. No, Azriel isn’t quite sure what he is. A ghost, maybe. A shadow.
It scares him, sometimes, how good he is with the shadows and a blade. How easy it is for him to shatter a man into fragments of himself. He’s seen the worst his kind has to offer, and then some.
He wonders if he is the worst his kind has to offer.
Well. It’s best not to dwell on thoughts like that.
His feet have barely touched the ground when Morrigan throws herself on him.
“Az,” she says into his shoulder, reverent in a way that makes him want to hold her by the shoulders and shake her and say I am not the good man you think I am. “Thank the Cauldron you’re home, it’s been hell without you, Cass spends all of his time holed up in his room and I practically have to force Rhys to take a break from his work to eat and sleep.” She pulls away, cheeks flushed a happy pink as she surveys the Illyrian. “Speaking of which, you look absolutely awful, when was the last time you had a hot meal?”
Azriel can’t help but smile, despite the disapproving look on the female’s face as she surveys his tired eyes and pale skin. Mor is so bright, so strong and good and beautiful in a way that Az could never be. If he is a shadow, she is the sun. “It’s good to see you too, Mor- I’m well, thanks for asking,” he teases as they enter the House of Wind, Mor just rolls her eyes.
“Come on, Az, we’ve known each other for, what, 500 years?” At his nod, she continues with an impish smile, “I think we’re past manners.”
“Well, that explains a lot,” he says with a soft chuckle, ready for the elbow that surely enough jabs him in the side a moment later. He turns to face the female, and the sheer radiance of the smile on her face is enough to knock the air out of his lungs.
He doesn’t deserve her smiles. He doesn’t deserve her.
He’s in love with her. He’s in love with her. He’s in love with her.
“I have to talk to Rhys,” he says gruffly, tearing his gaze away from her and turning his back on the female.
“Wait, Az-“ she calls, but he’s already too far down the hallway. He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing the image of her smile from his head.
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