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perfect by ed sheeran
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in the embers by sleeping at last
scared to be lonely by dua lipa and martin garrix
old scars future hearts by all time low
new love by dua lipa
bare by wildes
oceans by seafret
overture by sleeping at last
king by lauren aquilina
no tears left to cry by ariana grande
empty by olivia o'brien
r.i.p 2 youth by the neighbourhoow
do i wanna know by arctic monkeys
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Elriel prompt: “Dandelions ARE weeds” (In light of spring and how those yellow monsters are coming to plague us ALL)
A/N: I decided that I wanted to cut out hearts today. Slightly NSFW.
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With You, in the Shadows
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Elain knows that her lover can be cold.
Colder than the unforgiving winters spent in her father’s cottage. Colder than the unfathomable depths of the Cauldron. Colder than death. For even death can be merciful and Azriel is not. She knows that he’s not.
But she lies with him anyway. He may be as sharp as a dagger’s edge, but he has always been soft with her. His family.
“You’re a gleam in the dark,” he told her one night, driving into her body at a slow and torturous pace. He consumed her, devoured her, engraved every sigh and scream into his memory. When it comes to her pleasure, Azriel is attentive, precise. “I will never stop craving you.”
It’s true. He never did.
But for all his boundless devotion, his hatred is immutable; as much a part of him as his shadows are. He hides it well. He’s had centuries of practice. To enemies, it appears as a mask of civility and decorum. In fact, the angrier he grew, the more charming his mask became. The time to truly fear him is not when he snarls or clenches his fist. It’s when he greets you with a courtier’s smile and a deferential bow. Elain knows this because she wore that mask too, once upon a time. In ballrooms, in dining halls, in champagne parlors. It is the perfect tool for a spymaster to trap unwitting flies.
Though what Azriel could conceal from others, he could not do so with her. They share no bond. They share something else — she is the only living being who can hear the song of his shadows.
Today that song is filled with discord. So when she finds him in their garden, still as a statue, she bids him to lie in the grass and place his head on her lap. Then she smooths over his hair until he thaws.
Then he thaws.
“My father’s wife did not keep a garden,” he tells her, slowly.
His father’s wife, she thought, the woman who kept him locked away because she abhorred his mother.
“When I was…released for the day, they would take me in chains to stand in a stone courtyard. I yearned to see the sun, just as I yearn to see you.” He twists a lock of her hair around his fingers. “Besides that, I saw dandelions growing through the rock. Green and growing things did not thrive in my cell. So I did not know what they were, at first. I asked my half-brothers if they were flowers.” He paused. “Then they told me no, they were dandelions. They are weeds, and are unwanted. Just like you.”
Elain does not offer him platitudes or pity. She knows this is not what he needs. No, what her beloved needs is for someone to see his pain, to honor it, and know that it will be with him forever. Just like his scars.
“I had a childish wish that I could be like those dandelions. To be able to drift away, somewhere else on the wind.” He closes his eyes when she leans down to kiss him. I’m here, her kiss says. I’m with you.
“Elain,” he whispers, like a prayer. “Why do you stay?”
He asks her this from time to time, especially when he feels melancholy.
Because she had once been a fixture in those glittering and golden worlds, and found them false and wanting. Because she had once put her faith in a man who would rather cherish his self-righteousness than cherish her as a wife. Because she had fallen in love with the darkness, as her younger sister did, and realized that she had never felt safer than in the arms of the abyss.
“Because I would rather be here with you, in the shadows.”
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Thanks for reading, loves.
And thanks for the prompts ;)
Got quite a few requests to be tagged in the drabbles too, so (retroactively) tagging these baes: @illyrianbeauty, @sunsummoner, @tessas-herondales, @jemma-nessian-and-elriel, @abillionlittlepieces, @tntwme, @rosehallshadowsinger, @maastrash, @julesherondalex, @wolffrising, @stardustsroses, @voiceoftheroses, @katexrenee, @highlady-brittney, @goldbooksblack, @mariamuses, @alexisnm95, @tswaney17, @rowanismybae, @elide-lochan-salvaterre @ourbooksuniverse, @cruelwickedthing, @shadowazriel, @a-trifling-matter, @kaliejane26, @wewhohavefailed, @elide-lochan-salvaterre, @empress-ofbloodshed, @lordof-bloodshed, @katshrev, @writer-reader-traveller, @whyyoumakemesadstahp, @captain-timetraveldreamer, @awesomethreedragons, @escapingtheconstrictingboxes, @thenameisjaida-blog, @moonbeammadness, @leulivy, @fantasy-faes, @poisonwhiterose, @fucking-winchester-trash, @maddieimhot, @ame233, @xinyourdreamsx, @feyaelin-rowsand, @queenofillea1, @rosalesgold, @aelins-fire-queen, @rhysanoodle, @dreamerforever-5, @ben-roll-io, @azrielismycinnamonrollprimary, @hope-unswervingly, @illyriangarbage, @feysand-dot-acotar, @faequeenaelin, @illyrian-bookworm, @propagandaprincess, @musicmaam, @velarian-trash, @theshadowsinger-and-thefawn, @featherymalignancy, @thesirenwashere, @tryingtokeeptrying, @stars-falling
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Stitchers Secret Santa 2019
Hey Stitchers family! So Laura @e11evenseggos and I @xoheatherkw are interested in hosting the Stitchers Secret Santa again this year, if people are interested in signing up.
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