It's finally here! Book III: Therapon & Thetis - A burgeoning relationship, a mother’s love. Just in time for @azrisweek free day.
Catch up on the series, read a snippet below, or read the entire chapter on AO3!
The floor beneath his knees was hard and uneven where Azriel knelt. His eyes traced the dust that scuttled across the rough hewn stone.
“Father, I have come to ask your pardon.” Though he did not see it, Azirel felt Eris’s eyes as they cast over his freckled shoulder, exposed just slightly beneath his tunic, to gaze briefly at his form.
“What have you done?” Azriel felt the harsh question land like a blow.
“I was remiss in informing Amphidamas that I had taken Azriel as my Therapon, and that he will only train with me.”
Though his eyes remained on the sand slowly trickling by in the gentle breeze from the open stone arches, Azriel felt the hostility radiating from the throne and the man atop it. Through the oppressive animosity, he could not help but savor the way his name had sounded off Eris’s tongue. Instead of letting it roll together in a hurry to be rid of the sound, he rang each syllable: Az-ree-el. The relishment did not last long.
“This boy has a stain upon him, Eris. You are to be a god! For years I have urged companions on you. Again and again you have denied me this.” The anger in each word beat down upon Azriel like the sun's rays on the hottest summer day, burning his soul instead of his skin. “Why.” The word was a demand, for answer, not a query. There was no choice but to answer.
Eris did not shy away. Azriel heard him step forward, sandaled footsteps echoing as they moved away from him across the sand-dusted rocks.
“He is surprising.”
Finish the chapter on AO3.
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