she was an apparition on the battlefield, or so he thought. he almost went to his knees at the sight of her. it was no different now. azriel's intense stare never left her face, her frame, her wings... she was here. though the doubt would creep into his dreams—twisting into nightmares. he'd wake in cold sweats with his wings trembling. dark circles wreath his eyes now. he hasn't slept much. so much so, when his shadows dart over to her and skitter over her skin in a cold caress—he delays a few seconds before calling them back to his side. if it wasn't clear that he missed her dearly then his shadows made it absolute. he swallows hard. “ it's going to take time to adjust... for everyone. ” azriel offers her a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck—dark shadows peering over his wings at her.
@loststarlite gets a short starter!