Chapter 3: 45 years after their bond snapped and 35 years after the ceremony, Azriel and Eris realize something is missing. They’d briefly touched on the subject for years, but now they’re ready to discuss that next step.
I'm sorry it's taken so long to get this fic updated y'all!! I never want to work on something just to do it. You get a subpar product, and I don't enjoy writing it. Hopefully the brain worms for this piece will just keep coming now. But I promise you it is not abandoned and will get finished! I sincerely hope you enjoy the next installment.
Thank you to @fieldofdaisiies and @chunkypossum for helping me beta this fic!
The mates decide to make a change for @azrisweek day 6. If you haven't read this fic before or read it a while ago, you'll want to start from the beginning. Read a snippet of the new addition below, or start the full chapter on AO3!
“Something is missing and I don’t like it.” Eris said, looking away as he spoke. The words came out sure and concise, but there was a waver of emotion there that Azriel couldn't decipher. He wasn’t sure if the shame he saw in his mate’s eyes was from being the first to speak, or because of his admission.
“Missing from what?” Azriel asked with hesitant composure.
Eris stood from his chair then, walking over to the fire for solace as he wrapped his arms around himself. He stared into the flames, whose undulations had only grown increasingly agitated, trying to find comfort. With a smaller voice than Azriel was used to hearing, Eris continued. “If I say it, you have to promise not to hate me.”
Pushing off the wall, Azriel went to join Eris by the fire. “Eris, what’s going on? I could never hate you.”
A rough laugh escaped Eris’ throat, “we both know that’s not true. You’ve hated me well enough before.”
Just as he was about to reach for Eris, Azriel flinched back. His admission shocked Azriel, and he couldn’t help but cringe. “I thought we were past this.”
“I’m sure you did.” Eris’ eyes still stared coldly into the fire.
Azriel flexed his fists at his sides in an effort to control his hurt and anger. His voice was still harsher than he wanted when he spoke. “What’s that supposed to mean, Eris? What aren’t you saying?”
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