OMG TALK DIRTY (azriel/devlon) TO ME PAPI 😫💗🧎♀️
Rrrarrrr did somebody order up emotionally regulated younger man top x internalized homophobia older man bottom, with a side of actually developed/explored Illyrian culture??
Idk this has been brewing for a bit, I think in one of the servers I'm in someone mentioned in passing Azriel x Beron and I got this idea in my head of Azriel having like Court mandated volunteer work in Illyria, and like helping out with all this manual labor stuff, and Devlon (thinking he's sooo stealth and not obvious at all) eye-fucking him constantly, and being terrible at not insulting him, until Azriel calls attention to it and knocks some sense into him, if you know what I mean.
The actual Illyrian culture development is going to need a little work, but the main smut of it all is laid out pretty straightforward in my mind lol.
The only thing I have written down for it however is the start of the POST-smut scene. Here's a snippet!
"Stay," Azriel implored, voice no longer hard and sharp-toothed. "Have some tea with me."
Devlon blinked, still halfway through tugging on his leathers. Azriel remained only in his house garments as he retreated to the far nook that served as a kitchen. The curtain partitions remained open, and Devlon could watch, as if in a trance, the Shadowsinger of Night putter around to fix some tea.
"...tea," was all Devlon managed, struck dumb by the strange sight before him. Azriel hummed.
"Don't you know?" He asked. "It's customary to share tea with your bed partners in Velaris."
That voice, so different now than what it had been mere moments ago, unfurled in the air like a snake soaking in the sun's light. It was still dry and flat, as it so often was, but somehow...lighter. Tamer.
"Is that true?" Devlon asked warily, despite being almost certain that it wasn't.
At that, Azriel gave another slight change---his cheeks softening, the corners of his lips pulling back just enough to give the impression of a smile. If he were closer, and not turned away, focusing on making the tea, Devlon was sure he'd see the younger male's eyes sparkling with mirth.
"No," the Shadowsinger admitted shamelessly. "But it is customary for me. Sit," he offered, gesturing to the wide, ornately furnished leisure area that separated his bedroom and his pantry.
Thanks again for sending in the ask!