So sorry to hear about your mom, I hope everything works out. *hugs* While you're waiting, tell us your thoughts on Moriel babies. Or your thoughts on what Az would do if Mor decided to get a puppy without telling him.
Thank you. *a million hugs back* Side note real quick: I miss talking to your lovely face, and I saw BATB last night. It was so entertaining!! Really, really pretty film. :)
I love you for sending me a Moriel ask. <3 <3 <3
So, I don’t actually think Mor and Az have kids? Weirdly enough, I have more Cazigan baby headcanons than I do Moriel lol But yeah, I think they are really well suited to be the cool aunt and uncle. They each have so much power and responsibility to their courts, I feel like having their own kids would be a lot that they are fine without. I think their relationship alone fulfills them and they’re happy with that. And if you really want to get dark with it - that nail, bruh. It went too deep, so I sometimes think they couldn’t have kids if they tried. *angst angst angst*
If they ever did have kids, I think they’d just have one and it would take after Az in temperment - very well put together, reserved, and well spoken all around - but then would probably look like Mor. And I think the only way it goes to the Illyrian camps to train is if it’s boy with the wings. If they had a girl, even if she had the wings, I don’t think they’d send her. Az doesn’t like the camps despite the life it eventually led them too and I think he and Mor are kickass enough that they could train her up without having to subject her to a lot of the backwards thinking that goes on there.
OH MY GOSH IF SHE GOT A PUPPY AND DIDN’T TELL HIM HERE WE GO I DO NOT EVEN KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM
Mor’s sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine when Az flies in through the open balcony and pauses. He cocks his head. “What?”
“What’s that face for?” Az asks.
“What face?” She shrugs and turns a page. “There’s no face.” Her lips clamp shut.
“Morrigan,” he steps forward shaking his head. “I know that face.”
Mor scoots a little on her side fighting off a grin. “There’s no face, Azriel,” she replies, enjoying throwing the full use of his name back at him.
“Oh yes there is.” He gives a little chuckle and starts to undo his leathers, walking toward the hall leading to their bedroom. The townhouse they share in Velaris is small, but intimate and cozy. “It’s the same face where you look like you’re dying to tell me something, but can’t because you’re worried I’m not going to like it. Your lips get all tight and your nose crinkles up.”
Mor leans over, her head resting on the back of the couch so that her blond curls fall playfully over her face. “You know you think its adorable,” she teases.
Az pivots back toward the couch and leans over her, an arm braced on either side of her shoulders pressing firmly into the cushions. He fixes her a look. With him standing over her like that, Mor’s suddenly very aware of how much larger he is than her and she really, really likes it. The leather and rain coming off of him smell wonderful. “Yes, I do,” he says and kisses her nose, “And you admitted there’s a look, so I win.”
She shoves him off, batting him with her magazine. He chuckles and pads out of the room making for their bedroom to get dressed. Mor waits patiently, her grin out in full force now that he’s gone.
“Hey, Mor,” Az calls, his voice booming between the walls. Mor stifles a giggle and does her best to reply calmly.
“Yes, love.”
A pause.
“Why is there a dog on our bed?”
“Oh that,” she says and re-opens her magazine, thinking of the adorable brown-eyed pup sleeping cozily in their bedroom. She’d seen him while out with Feyre and fallen head over heels in love. Az wouldn’t care, right? That dog was hers from the minute it bounded up to her and licked her face with the same joy and enthusiasm with which Mor attacked life. “He’s going to be staying with us for a while.”
A snort. “I think you mean forever,” Az says. She hears his steps on the wooded floors and when Az emerges from the hallway, he’s holding the dog in his arms. “Don’t you,” he finishes, with a knowing smile.
Mor leaps up and pummels him with her arms going wide around him. “Really?!” she exclaims. The puppy yawns and Az gives a little sigh. He can’t help but admit the tiny little thing is pretty cute. And his Mor is happy, so...
“One condition,” he says.
Mor’s eyes light up. “Name it.”
The next night, Mor comes home to find Az asleep on the couch - the new puppy tucked under one arm, and a small gray kitten asleep under the other. She quickly changes out of her work clothes so she can join them.
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