Cassian was mid-bite of his pastry when he noticed it—Eris’s hand resting on the table, wearing a ring that was very Illyrian, very Night Court… and very “I stole this from Azriel’s nightstand” coded. Cassian slowly looked from the ring… to Azriel… then to Eris, who was happily sipping his tea like a pampered house-cat in sunlight. Cassian’s grin spread, breath inhaled, chaos loading. Without looking up, Azriel slid a brownie across the table toward him like a bribe and murmured, “Don’t.” Eris blinked, confused but pleased with the brownie diplomacy. Cassian, cheeks full and heart warm, nodded. Fine. He’d give them this one.
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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After a lovely first Solstice together, Azriel and Eris return to their cabin to exchange gifts.
This is part 3 of the Winter Cabin series. I strongly suggest reading the first two parts before starting this fic!
For the last day of @azrisweek, enjoy some sentimental fluff. Read a snippet below, or read the full fic on AO3!
Azriel tucked Eris’ cloak more tightly around him as he flew through the softly falling snow back to their Winter Court cabin. The male had fallen asleep tucked into his side as Azriel had enjoyed the company of his family and friends in the Townhouse. Rhysand had looked between the pair, Azriel’s arm wrapped safely around his mate, and a soft, knowing look came over his eyes.
“Brother you don’t have to stay.”
“I know,” Azriel responded. He looked down at Eris, whose hair had fallen in his eyes. Azriel carefully swept it back behind his soft ear, lingering at the tip longer than necessary. “But he wouldn't want me to leave on his count.”
Rhysand smiled wider at that. “You’ve got your own gifts to exchange. Get out of here. We’ll see you for the snowball fight.”
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