So Iāve seen your fics floating around for ages and i read them here and there but Iāve just tried to start reading them from the beginning. I started with the first chapter of When the Last Ember Falls but Iām a little lost. I see you have two other fics on Wattpad and so I donāt know if Iāve jumped in to the last fic of a series or if Iāve just forgotten things that happened through acowar because I havenāt read it in so long. Help!!
Hi love!
Sorry, I have been MIA working on so many projects. It goes a court of magnolias and ash, when the last ember falls and the shadows of spring. They were written, edited and posted in a week so please excuse the monstrosity of these fics š. Hope you enjoy! š
Hey guys if you could send asks or submit pictures of puppies and kittens and stuff, this period is hitting me super hard and I feel like a garbage can ā„ļø
CAN I HAVE A FIC TO GO WITH THIS @rowaelinsmut @writevswrong @sparkleywonderful @mehlisssa @feyrhycien @azrielsiphons @rhysands-highlady if any of you lovely people arenāt too busy can you maybeā¦ write meā¦. a Lil one shot or head cannon thing for meā¦?
So, based on my schedule, imma have to keep this as short as your girl can make it. š¬š¬ please note, I did not edit this and itās a big ole mess. Enjoy!! @fucking-winchester-trash šš
It hadnāt been this warm all spring. Odd for Velaris, even more so for the rest of the Night Court. Snow was already melting, rain clouds nonexistent. Even the blooming flowers were starting to wilt under the blazing sun.
Sweat dripped down Elainās neck. Leaning back, to face the clear sky, she began to hum a song nearly forgotten in the human realm. Azrielās eyes caught sight of her neck, on the two beads of sweat racing after each other.
Without moving closer, he expanded his wings to provide a break of shade for her. Not wanting to cover her completely because he knows how much she loves the sun, he raises his wings just a little.
Itās uncomfortable, but worth it. A common phrase he would tell himself no matter the task. The smile she unleashed, a small and quite noise of relief. She would always be worth it.
Resting on one arm, Elain sighed, āyou always know what Iām thinking. Are you sure youāre only a shadowsinger?ā
Azriel doesnāt know how to explain it. How heās watched her over the years, studying her body language as he did with everyone. But Elain was different. He felt bad about doing it, about his lingering looks.
Elain rubbed her growing stomach, her voice edging on sarcasm and sweetness, āa silent spy? No wonder youāre so successful.ā
This got him. Her humor, despite all that sheās been through had never been amiss. Fluttering his wings as he chuckled, sunshine decorated her tanned skin. āPractice I guess,ā he murmured, scared of being too loud in a moment as soft as this.
Elain shot up, her facial features twisting with shock and pain, āAz?ā
Azrielās eyes widened, pulling his wings back, he asked, āis it time?ā Heās been preparing for months. Studying in the library or visiting with Nesta and Feyreās children. He wanted to be prepared or at least somewhat informed about changing dirty cloths and teething.
Elain nods, her color returning. āIāve figured out a name,ā she announced as he helped her to her feet.
Shadow tendrils wrapped around them while Azriel lifted her into his arms. Being this close to her made his heart thump faster. āAs long as you donāt name him after his father. We donāt need two Lucienās running around this court.ā
It stung when he said it. Even more so when he remembered he wasnāt her mate and her child wasnāt his either. Clenching his jaw to fight off the pain, he flashed a tight smile. He wouldnāt want to worry her with the internal workings of his mind. It would only scare her away.
Shaking her head with a hollow laugh, she pulled herself further into him. Where both could not only hear their heartbeats but feel them too. Her lips barely moving as she whispered in his ear, āAzriel.ā
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Standing across from the High Lord of Spring, I felt my knees tremble with exhaustion. I hadnāt slept for days, not since my vision of the wall. The harder I fought to stay awake, the worse my body felt. Ā
After a moment of silence, he said, ādo what you willā¦ā
He thought I was here to kill him. That I would drown him in shadows or stake him with Azrielās blade. āIām in need of refuge,ā I replied with a shaky voice, a hollow sound in a void of darkness.
āRefuge?ā This caught his attention, long enough for me to say something else. Ā
What that was, I wasnāt sure. I wasnāt sure until the words leapt off my chapped lips. āI can hear it in your voice.ā
Tamlin shifted his weight, the rocks beneath him scratching against one another, āwhat?ā
Searching for what I thought to be his eyes, the entrance to a soul that barely clung to its flesh, āthe fragments of your dreams. What remains of them anyways.ā
He stayed silent; I wasnāt sure if he were staring at me or had looked away but I knew he was still here. I could smell him. The scent of soil after a gentle rainfall and roses. Fresh cut roses. Tamlinās mouth parted, āyou shouldnāt be here. It isnāt safe.ā He didnāt sound like he used to. There was no tone of underlying frustration, no manner-lacking attitude. Definitely no sign of a High Lordās arrogance.
āNo safer than the Night Court,ā I gently reminded him, digging my fingers into my silk gown seeking comfort in the soft fabric. I didnāt know what to do with my handsāto make them stop trembling. I knew Nesta had symptoms like this, before I lost my sight, I saw her crumbling.
I guess it was my turn now; delayed with terrible timing of the impending doom. My vision of the wall wasnāt the only thing that kept me up at night though. There, my first admitted truth to myself. Ā
I was expecting more silence but instead his defeated voice echoed, āyou should go.ā Turning on his heel, I heard him leave. Each step weighing more than the last.
āIs it because I look like her that you donāt want me to stay?ā Searching the nothingness of my vision, I imagined him stopping, peering over his shoulder. My words flanking him like a ton of jagged stones.
āNoāfor sisters you hardly look alike.ā
Taking a step forward, I dared to ask, āthen why?ā If it wasnāt because of Feyre or Nesta or our father...then why?
A whisper, nothing more, āa beast must reside among the thornsāā
As a beauty must live among the petals, I finished his sentence in my head. Too worried he would think I possess even more powers than I truly have. Raising my voice so it would be clear enough for any other listening parties to hear, āI do not fear you.ā
Tamlinās silence was haunting, horrifying. This time I couldnāt tell if he left me, winnowing away from my abrupt courage. Releasing a heavy sigh, I felt myself wobble. My legs finally done with their duties for the day; the darkness of my vision somehow intensifying.
The air grew thick with my grim thoughts. Breathing became increasingly difficult as I sunk to my knees, laying my hands down onto the smooth river rocks. Tears welled into my eyes, I didnāt know where I was within his court despite my visions and I didnāt have the energy to shadow-jump all the way back to the Night Court.
My virtue and heart had been given to Grayson yet his disgust of faes outweighed the love he had for me. Iāve lost my choice in whom I must walk this world with. No matter what Nesta or Feyre have said regarding choicesāthey still chose their mates in the end.
Iāve lost my sight, my father.
For what little good I have gained in this new world, it still didnāt fill or fix what I had lost. Now on my hands and knees, I would resort to begging to stay here. To be close to the only home I knew.
āHere,ā Tamlinās frail voice was beside me, his hand gently touching my elbow. āRest until morning. Then you must go.ā I nodded, my first lie to him. Helping me to my feet, he became my sight guide. Cautiously steering us back towards a windy garden path, āwatch your step,ā Tamlin warned.
āIf only I could see,ā I chimed with a small smile.
āIāI didnāt meanā¦ā Tamlin choked on his words. His embarrassment, though unnecessary, brought me some relief. As he assisted me in stepping over something that turned out to be half my body height, he mumbled, āIām sorry.ā
Pausing on our journey, I tilted my head up towards him, āwe might need to work on your sense of humor, Tamlin.ā
He cleared his throat, his voice barely audible, āwe should keep moving.ā
On our way to the manor, I noticed a few things. His skin felt dry, rough with hardships unlike before. Tightly wrapping my hand around his bicep so he could guide me up the manor steps, I realized his arm felt emaciatedāextremely so. Like all his muscles were eaten away until he was nothing but skin and bones. He must not be eating.
Then the wind picked up, flooding my senses with less than pleasant aromas unlike before. I felt his long golden hair rest against my shoulder, oily and thickāa trail of dirt left behind on my skin. Perhaps I was only smelling the garden earlier because he certainly wasnāt bathing. Going over the little details since my arrival, I understood why his voice sounded so fragile.
The beast had finally broke. The pieces of him scattered throughout his court. The rubble that was left of it.
also @etheraeal I always associate you with Alaska from Looking for Alaska because you were obsessed with that book :DĀ (though I donāt necessarily think you remind me of her personality wise per say?)Ā
