Dive in Deep - moriel fic
Summary: AU - Mor and Az meet in the Illyrian camp; they have far fewer problems in the world (aka Eris or her family), they are mates, and things are allowed to progress as they might have, had she not been trying to get out of her engagement.
Based on an anon prompt: Moriel AU. Azriel and Mor first time (both of them are virgins)
He is eating what passes for dinner when she walks into the camp, and he thinks the world might have stopped spinning. Her golden hair is in a long braid over her shoulder. She is dressed for the environment, for what goes on here, in pants and leathers, but there is something dissonant about her presence in this damp, muddy place. She is trying to act naturally, but he can tell that she has probably spent far more time in a court, with polite society, than anywhere like this.
For a while, he enjoys observing her while she is led around by his friend, nodding and responding to Rhys’ explanations in a voice too low for him to hear. She is being shown around, introduced to some of the more important fae in the camp, and he assumes that she might be here to stay for a while, although he isn’t sure of the purpose. A High Fae female staying in, let alone visiting, an Illyrian training camp is not exactly standard operating practice. There is grace underlying the tension of her movements, and he wonders if she is here for training. He thinks she would be well-suited for it, and the image of her on a battlefield, fierce and commanding and beautiful in her strength, comes to mind.
From the comfort of the brush he has hidden himself in, he tries to figure out which court she is from. She seems to be close to Rhys, but that isn’t surprising, not if she comes from a titled family, which he suspects. He finishes his food, setting his bowl down on the ground. He doesn’t want to move from his spot, which affords him the perfect place where he can watch her without being seen.
His hands curl into fists when he notices some of the other soldiers eyeing her. He’d be a fool to pretend he didn’t find her beautiful, but the way that some of them are watching her makes his stomach turn. Their thoughts are written plainly on their faces and he wants to challenge them right now, for this girl he doesn’t even know. He shakes his head at himself, for everything he has allowed himself to think over the last few minutes, and stands to go about his business.
The last thing he expects is to be introduced to her. They stride up to him, Rhys and this girl, and as they approach Azriel looks around to see who else could be nearby that they could possibly want to speak with.
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