The one time Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand's mother's meet.
This piece is inspired by T.S. Eliot's poem, "The Hollow Men". It is part of the"Take These Broken Wings" universe. You do no need to have read that fic to enjoy this one, but the most context exists in chapter 6.
Written for @nameless-acotar-weekend day 1, significance. Thank you to @climbthemountain2020 for reading, betaing, and helping me persevere emotionally to write this fic! Read a snippet below or the whole fic on AO3!
Wind whipped through the Illyrian mountains. It tugged at her heart, pulling it from its tight braids beneath the wrap she wore. Her skirts became caught in the storm as well, tying around her ankles as she tried to walk through the camp.
Devira didn’t know where she was going. It didn’t quite matter. The tug of the wind was strong, but the missing hole in her chest meant she didn’t feel anything except its absence. He’d given her nothing of their son, her son. She wasn’t even sure why the male insisted on keeping the boy he insisted was a worthless bastard. But she was an Illyrian female, and they weren’t married. No matter how either of them were treated, he owned them. And he had decided that Azriel was his.
Her son's screams echoed in the wind. “It’s okay, little one.” She’d tried to keep her voice steady and hopeful while she prevented her own tears from falling, a smile on her face as she reassured him while his father carried him away. The little wings on his back flapped so fiercely they hit his father in the face, and Devira had winced when the man shoved and pressed them against his back roughly, not caring how the tendons strained and Azriel screamed. “I’ll be back! I love you!”
She screamed it at the walls of the keep long after the male had shut her outside the gate. Eventually she’d found the strength to walk away, but the screams still echoed in her wake. Azriel was only two. He didn’t deserve this treatment. A child needed their mother, and a mother needed her son.
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This fic is based on T.S. Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men" and explores the one time all the bat boys moms interacted. Their mothers are introduced in chapter 6 of "Take These Broken Wings", but you don't need to have read that fic to enjoy this.
Catch a sneak peak of this pic, written for @nameless-acotar-weekend, below!
Wind whipped through the Illyrian mountains. It tugged at her heart, pulling it from its tight braids beneath the wrap she wore. Her skirts became caught in the storm as well, tying around her ankles as she tried to walk through the camp.
Devira didn’t know where she was going. It didn’t quite matter. The tug of the wind was strong, but the missing hole in her chest meant she didn’t feel anything except its absence. He’d given her nothing of their son, her son. She wasn’t even sure why the male insisted on keeping the boy he insisted was a worthless bastard. But she was an Illyrian female, and they weren’t married. No matter how either of them were treated, he owned them. And he had decided that Azriel was his.
Her son's screams echoed in the wind. “It’s okay, little one.” She’d tried to keep her voice steady and hopeful while she prevented her own tears from falling, a smile on her face as she reassured him while his father carried him away. The little wings on his back flapped so fiercely they hit his father in the face, and Devira had winced when the man shoved and pressed them against his back roughly, not caring how the tendons strained and Azriel screamed. “I’ll be back! I love you!”
Stay tuned, because this fic will be posted this weekend!
