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Sunflowers and Starlight, chapter one

"Hope is being able to see that there is light despite al of the darkness."

A Z R I E L

THERE WAS NOTHING AZRIEL—hated more than the eerie silence of his apartment. To him the silence was loud. The silence seemed to remind him of everything he wanted to forget. He hated the way that the air around him seemed to be still and stale. It was suffocating. Not being able to stand it any longer, he winnowed onto the street.

Usually he would crave the privacy of his home, but today was not the case. He had spent the morning with his friends. He had enjoyed his time with them, he always did. They were his family of course, but he couldn't help that spark of jealousy to nag at him. They were all happy and content with life. He couldn't blame them. It had been five years since the war ended, the courts were at a state of peace and they were happily mated.

He should be happy. He had finally moved on from the woman who he had chased for more than half his lifetime. Falling out of love for Mor had been a painful process and left an emptiness inside him. He had pinned after her for so long and now that he was without that force, he seemed to wander around, unsure of what he wanted in life. He just didn't want to be alone anymore.

Looking up at the bright sky and sighed deeply. He had never been so desperate for something to fill his time. He begged the universe for something, someone or anything that will give his life purpose.

Little did he know the universe was already a step ahead of him.

O L I V E

Meanwhile, across town, Olive Mikaelson was going through a magical crisis. She fell back onto the grass with a groan. No matter how much she tried, it didn't work.

She closed her eyes and listened to the world around her. Listening and observing always made her feel more in tune with her powers.

As of lately, she hasn't felt as in tune with her abilities. She could feel the energy at the top but her fingers yet could not reach out. She hit her head in frustration.

"Careful pumpkin, you'll give yourself a headache at this rate," a soft voice came from above her. She opened her eyes and was met with the concerned eyes of her father.

He stuck a hand out for her and she reluctantly grasped it. He pulled her onto her feet. Olive dusted off her dress and found her father smiling softly at her.

"What?" She questioned.

He reached forward and pulled a blade of grass from her hair. "Next time leave some grass for the yard," he chuckled as he removed another.

Rolling her eyes, Olive pushed away his hand. "Besides making fun of me, did you need something?" She wondered what brought him outside when he should be working.

"Did you forget? You're taking Delilah to her lessons," he said with a straight face, reminding her that it was her turn to take her eight year old sister to class.

Usually Olive complained and begged her father until he sent her with someone else, but this time was different. She hadn't been into town for a good month and was sick of being house ridden. Instead, she excused herself and bounded into the house.

"Yiana, would you start the bath?" She spoke quickly to her favorite maid. Knowing Yiana would follow through, Olive didn't look back and climbed the main staircase.

She made her way to her sister's room and knocked twice. No response. Olive pushed open the door and found Delilah fast asleep on her bed. It seemed as if she fell flat and didn't bother trying harder.

Frowning, she declared to never let her stay up as last as you did. Olive moved across the room and shook her sister. Delilah woke with a start and looked around. "Whatsgoingon?" She grumbled.

"It's almost time for art class or do you want to say home instead?" Olive added noticing her sisters baggy eyes.

Delilah shook her head vigorously. "No! I'm fine honestly."

She then got off the bed and left the room, probably to bathe in her father's bathroom. The bathtub was enormous and even Olive found herself there on some evenings.

Deciding to get up as well, Olive lifted herself off her bed and onto the floor. She made her way to her restroom where she found Yiana finishing up.

She washed up quickly and focused more on her messy hair. The water calmed her nicely and she left feeling refreshed. She adorned a loose pastel blue dress and left her slightly damp her hair down. Satisfied with her appearance, she made her way to the front door.

"Look! She's down, we can go now," Delilah grabbed her sister's hand and dragged her out. They kissed their father goodbye and left.

The small girl could barely contain her excitement during the walk. Olive has to remind her not to walk so fast or else she'd trip. Delilah listened until she spotted the building her art school was located. The shops doors were held open and Delilah raced inside.

"Good afternoon, High Lady," Delilah chirped loudly. Feyre, the High lady of the Night Court, smiled greatly at her student.

"Good afternoon to you too, Delilah," she placed her paint brush down and stood up. Olive enter the shop moments after, her eyes focused on the flowers set on the entrance.

"Olive," the high lady said bringing her thoughts away from the assortment. "I haven't seen you in a while. I was starting to think you were avoiding me."

Olive felt heat rush to her head. "Oh, I didn't mean to offend you."

Feyre laughed. "Offend me, of course not. Don't be silly. How have you been?"

Over the months that Delilah has been enrolled here, Feyre and Olive have built a friendship of some sort. They would talk whenever at the shop and would even get lunch together at their favorite cafe. She may have been a bit weary at first, but the high lady turned out to be a lot easier to talk to.

"My life's nothing exciting, same as last week," Olive sighed. "You?"

"Same old, same old," She turned to observe the children that were waiting patiently at their desks. Her eyes landed on Delilah and a small smile appeared on her face. "You should know, Delilah is doing wonderful.”

"Really?"

Feyre nodded. "For her age, she's one of the best I've come across."

Almost as if she knew they were talking about her, Delilah got up from her seat and made her way to them. "Miss, not to rush but when are we going to begin?" she asked, causing Feyre to laugh.

"Certainly one of my most enthusiastic," she added. Olive chuckled at her sister's behavior. Sensing she was taking up their time, she decided it was time to leave. She planted a kiss on her sister's head and said her goodbyes. She would return in an hour or so. In the meantime, she'd go visit a friend.

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The Night Court “Brothers”

Rhysand: the scent of jasmine, tailored clothing, darkness between stars, handwritten love notes, deep and lingering kisses, music in the background, misty mountains, warm embraces, pitch dark skies, inked skin, sensual smirks, idly tapping fingers in contemplation

Cassian: bruised knuckles, cocky grins, worn leather, morning stretches, the sound of clashing steel, rising before the sun, crackling and flickering flames, unrestrained laughter, a trail of neck kisses, the taste of blueberry lemon muffins, eyes burning with passion

Azriel: shadows, hints of a smile, scarred hands, secret caresses behind a corner, a dash of sass, sharpening blades, silent footsteps, shades of blue, deep sighs, gazing out a foggy window, being lost in thought, stairwells, comforting gestures, the beat of wings

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Sunflowers and Starlight (Teaser)

“in the swarm of all this chaos, there was you.”

THERE WAS NOTHING AZRIEL—hated more than the eerie silence of his apartment. To him the silence was loud. The silence seemed to remind him of everything he wanted to forget. He hated the way that the air around him seemed to be still and stale. It was suffocating. Not able to stand it any longer, he winnowed onto the street.

Usually he would crave the privacy of his home, but today was not the case. He had spent the morning with his friends. He had enjoyed his time with them, he always did. They were his family of course, but he couldn't help that spark of jealousy to nag at him. They were all happy and content with life. He couldn't blame them. It had been five years since the war ended, the courts were at a state of peace and they were happily mated.

He should be happy. He had finally moved on from the woman who he had chased for more than half his lifetime. Falling out of love for Mor had been a painful process and left an emptiness inside him. He had pinned after her for so long and now that he was without that force, he seemed to wander around, unsure of what he wanted in life. He just didn't want to be alone anymore.

Looking up at the bright sky and sighed deeply. He had never been so desperate for something to fill his time. He begged the universe for something, someone or anything that will give his life purpose.

Little did he know the universe was already a step ahead of him.