#soft elriel

[mypovkmv]

Writing. But take a peek at my new computer wallpaper. 🥹🌷🦇

[recklessromantic]

Moodboard for "The Theory of Blooming" by @mortalfae7

Ch. 9 - Warm Hands

Azriel + Elain AU Fanfic 💙🩷

"You okay?" Azriel's voice. Low, unhurried, not pressing."

"His hand that she had told him was beautiful. His hand that she had said she wanted to hold. (...) His hand beginning to pull into his pocket. (...) a feeling that rose through her body with such force that it bypassed every circuit she had ever built for hesitation. She reached down and took his hand. (...) His hand was warm. (...) Azriel had gone still. (...) His hand tightened. (...) Elain's heart stopped. (...) He was holding her back. (...) Elain forgot how to breathe."

"She let go. (...) And immediately her hands went cold. (...) The cold of absence."

"And how does it feel?" he said then... gentler. "Holding my hand." (...) "Your hand is ... really warm." (...) His eyes on hers. "And your hands are small," he said."

"Just his hand in hers. Shaking and flushed and unable to think clearly. She had never felt this with anyone."

"His eyes moved to her mouth and then back to her eyes. ... She felt the look everywhere."

"Whatever was happening. With us. (...) Like you were trying to put distance between us..."

"You're getting braver," he said. (...) warmth in his voice..."

"He released her hand. The cold came back. The absence."

I do not own these images. Quotes are from the fanfic linked above.

[intairnwetrust]

You know one of the things I like to imagine for Elriel is that Elain sits in front of her dressing table, getting ready for the day or getting ready for bed. How the light of the rising or setting sun or fairy lights gently hugs Elain. She is embraced in a play of soft light. The way Elain hums in her soft voice to herself and Azriel just looks at her. In a pleasant silence, simply blown away by his beautiful wife. The way Azriel looks at her like she's his whole world. Silence is never a bad thing between the two of them. Having the company of the other is worth more than words. How Elain turns to him and just smiles at him and Azriel thinks to himself how much he loves this woman. The light to his shadow.

💗✨️☺️

[nikethestatue]

Elriel

By me

[mypovkmv]

Shadows of Noxhaven

Chapter 5 — The Invitation 🌷

Some people begin as strangers and become something else quietly, in the space between ordinary conversations, flowers chosen with care, invitations saved for only one person and plans made before asking. Sometimes the most dangerous thing isn’t longing. Sometimes it’s hope.

READ HERE:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84509256/chapters/224567961#workskin

Art by @/elisiarin

[mypovkmv]

Where Soft Things Bloom

Chapter 15: Cherished is now up 🤍

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83391311/chapters/222800421

A softer morning. A quieter kind of devotion. Azriel and Elain waking beside each other, learning the shape of tenderness, and stepping into a version of love that feels less like a secret and more like home.

This chapter is full of softness, longing, peonies, Velaris morning light, and the terrifying beauty of being cherished by someone who sees every part of you and still chooses to stay.

I think this might honestly be my favorite chapter I’ve written so far. I loved writing every second of it, from the quiet intimacy to the bakery scene and all the small moments in between that made their relationship feel warm, lived-in, and real to me.

I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it 🤍 and as always, I’d absolutely love to hear your thoughts and read your comments afterward.

I hope you’re all having a lovely Elriel Month 🤍🌸

[recklessromantic]

Moodboard for "The Theory of Blooming" by @mortalfae7

Ch. 10 - The Cabin Part I.

Azriel + Elain AU Fanfic 💙🩷

***I've centered this mood "post" around the song Open by Rhye because it screams this chapter. What a wild ride this heartwrenchingly beautiful chapter was...!? My heart is aching for Elain but honestly for Azriel too. Not sure if I'm ready for Ch. 11?! 🙀***

"She wasn't packing for a weekend trip. She was packing for him."

"The light from the window fell across his cheek. His lashes were long. His mouth was slightly parted. He was beautiful. Elain felt a low, persistent ache behind her sternum. God, she thought, he is so beautiful."

"She thought, with her eyes closed: I want to hold his hand again."

"I'm in the room next to yours" he said. His voice was low. "If you need anything."

"He hated himself. He hated the weakness of it. He hated that he was here, alone... needing something he could not have and settling for the only thing available to him. He had spent his entire adult life being a person who did not lose his composure. Who did not need anything from anyone badly enough that the wanting could be heard in his voice."

"He thought of pulling her against him in the water, the small light weight of her... He thought of her wanting it. That was the part that undid him. That was the part that finished him. The thought of Elain Archeron... asking him for it without saying the word, because she had wanted it."

"This was worse than the wanting. This was her pulling away. ... He tried to think about anything that was not her. It did not work."

I do not own these images. Quotes are from the fanfic linked above.