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lizzyrart · 15 hours
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Some things are more important than fear
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aboggoblin · 3 days
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Just a Favor | pt 5 | Gwynriel
✦ Hopefully the description of the temple makes sense! If not, I'll do a little doodle of it lol I love thinking up places and things that might exist in Velaris
✦ Warnings: all fluff my dudes
✦ Word Count: 1.6k
✦ AO3 Link
✦ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
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Gwyn stood in the training ring, moving through positions with a wooden sword. When she arrived in the ring early and found it empty she had been too nervous to stand still. So she’d kicked off her lovely satin slippers and began practicing any movements that her fancy clothes would allow.
Nesta had leant her a nice dress, a simple teal silhouette with a layer of embroidered gossamer over top. She’d worn her sea-glass earrings and swept her hair back with a matching comb. She knew she looked pretty. But it only served to make her more nervous. Maybe she was overdressed.
But as Azriel appeared at the far edge of the ring, all of those worries dissipated. He had dressed up too, in a black sweater and black pants. Shiny boots not yet worn from training and fighting, and little gold hoops in his ears. His hair was slicked back from his face, and as nice as it looked, she missed his usual messy curls. At least he looked as unsettled as she did, hands shoved in his pockets as he made his way toward her.
“Hi,” She whispered, unsure if he would even hear it.
“Hi,” He said back, a smile spreading over his face, “You look beautiful. You didn’t have to dress up for me.”
“Who said it was for you?” She asked with a smirk, and Gods he wanted to kiss her right there.
“I don’t see anyone else waiting to whisk you away,” He chuckled.
“Are you whisking me away, shadowsinger?” She straightened, eyes glittering with interest.
“If that’s okay. Winnowing or flying?”
“Winnowing,” Gwyn said quickly, swallowing hard, “Definitely winnowing.”
Azriel waited for her to slip her shoes back in and then offered an arm ignoring the humming of the bond in his chest as she tucked her hand into his elbow. He winnowed them away into the heart of Velaris.
When Gwyn’s vision stopped swirling, she found herself standing in front of a tea shop. Fae-light lanterns swung in the breeze, hanging from the faded awning. Potted plants lined the sidewalk in front of the sparkling windows, some she recognized as tea plants. Then Azriel was leading her inside. It was cozy, lovely art covering the walls and mismatched tables and chairs tucked into every corner. A rich and spicy smell filled the air and it made her relax a little.
Azriel nodded to the woman behind the counter, who winked at him as he led her to the back of the building. A few doorways led in different directions, one most likely to the kitchen. The shadow singer opened the middle door, revealing a stone staircase lined with fae-lights.
“What is this?” She asked, peering down the dark stairway.
“Something you’ll like,” He said, placing a hand on the small of her back to urge her forward. She hoped he did not notice her shiver.
Gwyn swallowed her nerves and started down the stairs. As they descended, she realized she could hear the bubbling of water. When they reached the bottom and their destination was revealed, Gwyn paused with a gasp. They were in an alcove cut into a small cliffside above the Sidra. Mossy stone made up the walls and arched ceiling, candles and lanterns hung from above to give them light. Water trickled down in little man-made waterfalls, running through carved swirls in the walls and into little pools in the floor. A carved railing separated them from the churning river below, and a few benches sat before it. Beyond the bank across the river, the city glowed and hummed with life.
“What is this?” She asked again in a whisper.
“It’s a temple,” He answered, smiling at her awe, “To the spirit of the Sidra.”
He turned her around so she could see the mosaic behind them, depicting a river spirit among swirls of fish and water. Then he moved to sit on one of the benches, beckoning her to follow. She sat beside him and gazed down at the river, illuminated by the lights of the city.
“It’s beautiful,” She murmured.
“I thought you’d like it,” His smile grew to a grin, “You fit right in.”
She smiled up at him and that anxiety returned, filling her stomach with butterflies. His eyes looked as wild as they had that morning, and she swore he took a deep breath. She found herself blushing, though she wasn’t entirely sure what caused it. Maybe his handsome features, carved out of the moonlight and the lights of Velaris. Maybe the fact that they were alone in such an ethereal place. A place meant for telling secrets.
“I’m sorry again for flying away,” Azriel swallowed hard. His smile had faded.
“That’s the third time you’ve apologized,” Gwyn chuckled.
“And it’s still not enough,” He shook his head.
“I think you’ve made up for it, shadowsinger,” She whispered, daring to let her eyes lock on his. She watched his lips part, his breath catch in his throat.
That kiss was worth it all, she thought but didn’t say.
“I have to tell you a story,” Azriel said, his voice low and soft. His fingers twitched, like he had almost reached for her hand and decided not to.
“Tell me,” She gave him an encouraging smile, though she was barely able to hear her own voice over the thundering of her heart. Azriel turned his gaze toward the water and drew in a long breath.
“A few years ago I met a very brave girl. Sometimes, selfishly, I wish that I had met her on a different day. At a different time. So that I wouldn't know what it was like to see such pain in her eyes. But since then, I have watched her claw her way out of the darkness and I have only ever been in awe.”
Gwyn stared at him, lips parted and tears in her eyes. He did not have the courage to look at her yet.
“And then she went into the Blood Rite,” Azriel’s voice broke, pained from the memory, “And I worried I'd never get that chance to tell her how incredible I think she is. But I should've known better because not only did she make it out but she won the whole damn thing.”
He could not help his grin, the beaming pride in his eyes.
“But that made me lose all of my courage completely. I'm not worthy of her. Not in the slightest. So I gave up any idea of telling her how I feel. She is beautiful, and kind, and fierce, and full of so much light and love. And I know I'll never compare. I still live in the darkness. I'll probably stay in the darkness.”
The shadowsinger swallowed, still gazing down at the river. Gwyn watched him speak, the moonlight kissing his features. Her heart was so full she thought it might burst and she wanted to tell him he was wrong. That he was the one who was beautiful and kind and fierce. But he had more to say.
“And then, a few days ago, she asked me to kiss her. And I said yes because I am selfish and I wanted any affection I could get from her. And I never imagined….” He trailed off, a lump growing in his throat.
"I wanted it to be you who kissed me,” Gwyn whispered, “I was never going to ask anyone else. I guess if you said no, I would have eventually. But I always wanted it to be you.”
Azriel finally met her eyes.
“Gwyneth,” He hardly ever said her full name anymore, but she loved the way it sounded on his tongue. Smooth like golden honey.
“Yes?” The world stopped, time frozen as she waited for him to continue.
“I flew away because I was surprised. Because I felt the bond snap.”
Gwyn looked down, heart leaping into her throat. The words she had not let herself imagine. The thing she had hoped for but would not name. Her future had been teetering close to the edge and it had actually fallen the way she wanted it to. When she looked back up at him, her eyes were full of tears.
“I can't comprehend why,” He croaked, "I can't explain why. Part of me wants to apologize and tell you I'm sorry that it's me. And part of me just wants to ask you to accept me anyways, even if I don't deserve it.”
“Azriel,” Gwyn reached for his hands and held them, “You are one of the most incredible people I've ever met. You are the only one who sees yourself as this broken thing. And I am not so whole and complete myself, but I can love you with every piece of me that I have.”
“You could love me?” Azriel's chin wobbled as he stared down at their joined hands.
“I think I already do,” Gwyn whispered.
Azriel pulled his hands from hers and brought them to her face, holding her gently. He studied her for a long while, memorizing the exact moment she had said the most wonderful words he'd ever heard. Gwyn wrapped her hands around his wrists, smiling up at him as she let him digest what she'd said.
“You don't have to accept the bond today,” He said, “When it snaps-”
“I know,” She gave him a shy smile, “I…I think I need to consider whether I'm ready for that. But I want you to know that I will accept it. I will be your mate.”
“I didn't dare hope to hear you say that,” He whispered, pulling her closer, “Ever.”
“I'm full of surprises,” Gwyn grinned at him with eyes full of starlight. Then she leaned in and kissed him.
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velidewrites · 3 months
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Gwyn: I’m going to kick your ass
Azriel: I’d like to see you try
Gwyn: Friday. 6pm. The usual place
Azriel: Deal. Loser pays for dinner and drinks at Rita’s later
Cassian: Can’t you guys just ask each other out normally
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tuluaart · 6 days
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Another Gwynriel!!
When I tell you I'm so in love with them...😩💓
I understand Elriel vibe. The aesthetic is super cute and all. It give me princess- knight kinda love story. BUT I'm more for a like calls to like kinda love. I'm more for healing and growth and understanding.
I'm not saying that Elriel couldn't give us that, but I KNOW we'll eat Gwynriel up if SJM decides to bless us with their beautiful story.
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nymphhazel5 · 10 days
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I love this….
"You knew the Valkyries personally?"
Gwyn let out a high-pitched noise that was nothing but pure excite-ment. Azriel, on the other side of the ring with the rest of the priest-esses, half-turned at the sound, brows high.
It maybe a small reaction for others but mannnn
Like gwyn is the only person who can take azriel by surprise or astonished and we have seen that a lot!
Anyways no Gwynriel is not just based of the bonus chapter, it’s built up with moments like this and the bonus chapter is just a confirmation.
We love women who take men by surprise ✨
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"You’re the one, the one I’ve been looking for."
Gwyn as Ariel
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ninaduchess · 2 months
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I'm enjoying this experimenting with character descriptions! Even if they are not 100% correct 😜 #girlpower
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damedechance · 2 months
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Gwyneth Berdara
🏵️Art by: @krem-does-stuff
A while ago the thought of Gwyn with short hair sort of popped into my brain and simply would not leave. I knew I had to see that image come to life, and there was no one better than Krem to do it! This absolutely takes my breath away and I just know I will never shut up about this! Krem you have outdone yourself!
xo
Please do not repost
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oliviajdjarin · 10 months
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Azriel Shadowsinger: Inertia
Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader (she/her; afab)
Request: "Hello, I just finished reading your most recent Az work & it was so wonderful ❤️ & I was wondering if you are still taking requests? If so, I was thinking maybe one where reader is helping Az into his leathers and like tying all his armor into place and stuff before he goes off to the war (or just a dangerous mission) and then after he comes back reader also helps him take it all off & just go to bed🥺❤️ If you have time or feel inspired to write this, I would appreciate it."
Warnings: blood, descriptions of gore, knives, cuts, vivid descriptions of anxiety, descriptions of scars, nudity, nightmares, bruises, kissing, very much off canon, pretty much just hurt comfort.
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: Thank you very much to the person who requested this to me. I am so sorry I cannot find your username anymore, but I hope I have done justice to your idea. And of course thank you to my readers for all the love on my recent fics :)
If you'd like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated <3
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The Spymaster of the Night Court liked to think he was split in half. Two persons in one body.
The first, the Shadowsinger. Carynthian. One of the most powerful Illyrian warriors to ever exist. Member of the most powerful High Lord's inner circle. Servant of his shadows and infamous throughout all of Prythian.
The second, completely, utterly, entirely owned by the female in his arms.
Your breaths spanned across his chest like waves on sand, spreading across his skin like water, leaving trails of chills in their wake. Your nude body was warm, silky, and serene, rested completely on top of him as if you were holding him down against his will.
In reality, Azriel prayed he died like this. Fully encapsulated by you and only you.
Your body rose as he inhaled and lowered as he exhaled. Your tiny squeaks of breath were a rush of blood to his head. He continually ran his scarred hands across your back and down your spine as you slept, soaking in the feeling of your skin and the storm within his chest at bay. He knew it wouldn't be for long.
He seemed to always be running out of time.
As the minutes ticked on, made apparent by the wooden clock next to his bed, he could feel the first half of his self slowly taking over the second. He could feel the blood lust, the cool rage, the hardening of his heart already beginning to take place. With his mate in his arms, it felt wrong, like he was holding glass his body was itching to drop.
Because of this, he kissed you.
"Y/N," he mumbled against your lips, kissing you again. "Y/N."
He was met with a lucid groan deep within your throat, and he kissed you again.
"I have to go."
With those words your eyes opened, and Az was blinded by their radiance, as he is every day. The area around your eyes was slightly puffed from sleep, adding to the intimacy and mundanity of simply waking up together. Azriel wished he could drink it. Pour it into a glass to perhaps sip on later, when the half of himself he was becoming less and less proud of as the years went on became too much.
You rubbed at said eyes, your body heat against his warming at your increasing blood flow. You leaned forward, propping yourself up and away from him. He sat up with you and wrapped an arm around your waist.
He was desolate without your touch, desperate for as much of it as he could have before having to leave it.
"I'm up," you whispered, yawning. "I'm up."
He chuckled and tucked his mouth against your neck, kissing just underneath your jaw. The softest, most favorite area of his to kiss on you. Your pulse thumping against his lips. Your very life against his mouth.
He was going to fucking miss you.
You pulled him away from you to give his lips a peck before scooting down to the edge of the bed, standing completely up, and stretching your spine and shoulders. Rolling them backwards and forwards, side to side. The line down your back was accentuated as you did this, as well as the shade of your skin in the rising sun.
If Azriel had the choice, he would have kept you in that bedroom all day, and all night, and for all of eternity.
You then made your way across the room to a cushioned chair, draped with every piece of his leathers laid out and ready. He hated the look of it - these agents of carnage on such delicate fabric. It felt absurd, almost sinister.
What was worse was the image of you walking towards them and lifting his tunic into your arms. You faced him, holding it at the ready, and he got up from bed with a sigh. It was deep, bottomless.
He stayed standing anyway.
He walked to you, also nude, and held eye-contact as he did. Your eyes were sunken and sad, but in a way that was not vibrant or pungent. It was in a way that showed you were used to this sadness and fear, that you and your body knew how to handle it.
Always running out of time.
He held up his arms and you slid the tunic over his head. You then turned back around and retrieved his pants, allowing him to step into them. As you buttoned them securely, making sure they were tight enough for his comfort, you began to speak.
"Where to today?" you asked, and despite the dread growing in his stomach, he smiled.
You always asked him for details of his missions before he left for them, desperate for any and every characteristic of them. He always wondered why you did this. He didn't know if you wanted an image of everything that could go wrong, everything that could go right, or even a bit of both.
Part of him wanted to know, but most of him did not.
"Rhys is worried," Azriel replied. "Beron is getting worse, according to Eris anyway, and plans on meeting with the mortal queens in the Autumn Court tonight at dusk. Eris is meant to sneak me in so I can get a read on what they're planning."
You hummed, finishing off his pants and reaching behind you to add his vest. You then began adding his padding, and your eyes remained focused on his body.
"You don't like that?"
You shrugged. "I don't trust Eris."
He nodded, helping you smooth the vest down comfortably to his body. "I wish I could disagree with you."
You looked up at him then, leaving your hands on his pecks. "You shouldn't be going alone."
"I have to," he replied. "Cassian can't be incognito for shit."
You smiled faintly, but the dull fear remained.
"Besides, I'm never alone," he said, gesturing behind him. "My shadows will keep me safe, alert me if something is going wrong, and protect me."
Your breath was warm against his face as you said, "And you will get out of there if they tell you to, if your gut is telling you to."
He held your face in his hands. "I will get out of there, and I will come back home."
You nodded, still unconvinced, but kissed him anyway.
You then added his pauldrons to his legs and thighs, smoothing them against his pants and assisting him with his boots, before finally latching on his shoulder and stomach spaulder. He could feel some tension relieve on your shoulders as you did this, allowing the knowledge that despite entering enemy territory, he was still protected. His heart and vital organs were protected by the best Rhysand could get.
He could see a little bit of his mate come back into herself as you processed that knowledge. It wasn't enough, he knew that, but it helped you, and that was more than enough for him.
You gave the covering a quick jab, both to test the strength and cut the tension, sending Az staggering back a few steps. You both smiled at each other as he found his footing.
"How does a warning sound for next time?" he chuckled.
"Tell that to your fancy shadows," you countered, and he shook his head, his eyes a glowing gold.
Never enough time.
You then picked up his gloves from the cushioned chair, and held the pair of them in one hand while taking his left hand in the other. You rubbed a thumb down his scars, tracing each divot and crease, before pressing a swift kiss to his palm. You then pulled the matching glove on over the skin, and repeated the process with his right hand.
That act, that simple kiss and touch, was more intimate and profound than any act of sex the two of you had ever and would ever share to him. It showed him that you acknowledged it for what it was - painful, foreign, damaged - but also saw it for its beauty. Its symbolism of survival and strength. Its necessity for him to become the male he was today.
It's safe to say he cried like a true Illyrian baby when you kissed him like that the first time, and teared up every time after that.
After his gloves were on him comfortably, you put on the finishing touches of his leathers before taking a few steps back, you admiring him, and him admiring you. Him wrapped in wealth and power, shadow and danger, death and cool, icy focus on his objective. You, bare to him, soft, vulnerable, pure, stripped clean of anything and everything except for who you truly were.
On Azriel's dark days, he believed that in that moment, you both were who you truly were.
You looked him up and down, the playfulness and peace from a few moments before slowly dissipating from the air, and he pulled you back to him when he saw the fear enter your eyes again. The rough leather against your soft skin made him feel dirty, nauseous even at the thought of you getting anywhere close to the person he became when he wore them, but he pushed the feeling to the side as best as he could.
"I will come home," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. "I will come home."
You nodded, eyes slowly lining with tears, and he elected to console you with touch. Bestowing kisses against your hairline, down your temples, across your cheeks, down your nose, and nearly against your lips.
Never to your lips. It was his silent promise that he would be back, and he would kiss you well.
He pressed one last kiss against your mouth before departing from the room, not looking back, the first half of his personhood taking control, and the cool focus of the Spymaster and Shadowsinger of the Night Court overtook his being completely.
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Azriel's wish came true. He could disagree with you about not trusting Eris, because he was the only reason Azriel got out of there undetected, unscathed, and uninjured.
Azriel did not, however, trust him to keep his fucking mouth shut. The entire way there and back, constantly vague, rogue comments about Mor never telling anyone the full story of what happened between her and him, how Rhys was too much unchecked power, and how Nesta would be much happier elsewhere.
Azriel's heart went out to the male, knowing how he was treated at home and the abuse he had endured from his father, but that didn't mean he never wanted to clock his teeth in.
Despite the fact that Azriel was coated in sweat and mud, exhausted beyond belief, his inertia that was fueled by adrenaline was slowly fading, and that he desperate to be horizontal, when Eris suggested stopping at an Inn until morning, Azriel would not budge.
"I'm going home," he responded, "with or without you, I'm going home."
Eris was smart enough to keep his mouth shut for the rest of the journey.
After days that felt like weeks, Azriel was at your doorstep - sore, tired, but so fucking happy he could barely contain himself. He knocked, a pattern of one-two-one, but the door nearly flew off its hinges before his second beat. He was met with only a flash of your face through his hazed, swollen eyes, before you wrapped yourself around him, colliding with him in an embrace unique to lovers. One of complete surrender and relief, and he met you head on, holding you so tight to him he raised you off the ground and could feel your ribs squeezing against him so harshly it was painful for the both of you.
Neither of you felt any pain, only relief, and true completeness.
He tucked his head in your neck, listening to your pulse and kissing that spot he loved so much, as you ran your hands through his hair.
"Azriel," you whispered against him, "Azriel."
He put you down and looked into your eyes. "What?"
You smiled, only mischief, play, and knowing written on your face. A look that said, "pay up."
He gladly obliged.
He didn't kiss you softly, or slowly, or reverently. He kissed you like he had been wanting to for days - hungrily. He was starving, aching for you in a way that he was unable to describe. It was down to his bones, the tether in his chest clamoring to connect with its other half.
He felt whole again, and he wanted the feeling forever.
His kisses slowed down as he pushed you into the house, shutting and locking the door behind him without leaving your lips. The two of you could not stop fucking smiling as you moved into the bedroom, and he sat himself down on the cushioned chair. You climbed onto his lap, kissing him with only love, only passion.
You slowly pulled away after a few more short kisses to frame his face with your hands, caressing his skin, looking into his eyes, reaffirming what you already knew.
The most beautiful male you had ever known was completely, utterly, entirely yours.
You could not deny, however, that his under-eyes were a dark shade of violet, as well as the area around them puffy and red.
He was tired.
"Come on," you whispered, climbing off of him. "Stand up."
You pulled him to his feet, his stance unsteady and weak, and began to pull his leathers off, piece by piece. You set them back onto the chair behind you delicately, but quickly, as the male standing before was practically sleeping standing up.
He couldn't help it. His chest was warm. His heart was full. His love was back in his arms.
After removing every inch down to his tunic and boots, he pulled you back up to his mouth, and you kissed him softly. Your fingertips lined his jaw while his gripped your waist.
You kissed him once, twice, three times before pulling away. "You need to sleep."
He blinked, then blinked again. Like he was trying to wake up from a dream. "You're right."
You chuckled and led him to bed, helping him to lay down. You then stripped yourself of all your clothing and tucked yourself in beside him. His eyes were already closed, his breaths were already evening, but with one last burst of energy, he pulled you into his chest, laying you on top of him the same way he did on your final morning together. He kissed you one last time, and you could have sworn he was asleep already when he mumbled against your mouth.
"Told you I'd come home."
You smiled against his neck, listening to the sounds of him in sleep and whispered, "I missed you."
For once, the two of you had all the time in the world.
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freyjas-musings · 4 months
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Another Gwyn Berdara portrait by the very talented magicnaanvi
Character belongs to Sarah J Maas
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blissfulxblake · 5 months
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All I’m saying is that if I had a crush on a guy and I heard that his only defense for liking me was that his two brothers were with my two sisters and therefore he thinks he deserves me and is supposed to be with me because the all powerful cauldron was ‘wrong’ and he couldn’t give any other reasons for why he wanted to be with me, and then he goes and hangs out with another girl for a few minutes, and in those few minutes, something restless settles in him, he shares private things about himself (singing) with her, laughs with her, jokes with her, notes her charming irreverence, and his shadows (who disappear around me and other people) reach out to dance with her breath, sing in response to her, and lounge on his shoulders just content to watch their conversation, and then he goes and gives her the necklace that was originally mine, and the thought of her happiness from receiving the necklace sparked something in his chest, and then he consciously erased the smile it brought him and buried the image down deep, where it glowed a thing of secret, lovely beauty; I would go crazy and I would not think that was nothing.
I would not be okay with that if I were in miss Elain’s position.
And I know some of y’all will say “if I were gwyn and I knew about all the stuff that went on between Az and Elain, I would be upset.” Baby, that was before. That was past tense.
Azriel and Elain have confirmed crushes on each other and alllllll that stuff still happened with gwynriel.
He almost kissed her, couldn’t give a single real reason why he wanted to be with her that went beyond having a mate, and then had an entire mate-filled-language moment with a different girl whose joy SPARKED SOMETHING IN HIS CHEST. And “For whatever reason” HE COULD PICTURE THAT JOY AND HAD TO CONSCIOUSLY ERASE THE SMILE IT BROUGHT HIM AND BURIED THE IMAGE (OF HER JOY) DEEP DOWN WHERE IT GLOWED A THING OF SECRET, LOVELY BEAUTY. Alllll in one night.
“He doesn’t even consider her a friend” and yet all that stuff still happened before they even developed a real relationship/ friendship with each other.
What do y’all mean “there is no reason to ship them”
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lizzyrart · 8 months
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The other two Valkyries 🦇
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positivewitch · 6 months
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Halloween - Valkyries
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Vampire - Emerie
Witch - Nesta
Mermaid - Gwyn
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velidewrites · 30 days
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Azriel: I’m very upset and there’s nothing that will make me feel better The Inner Circle: Azriel: No The Inner Circle: Azriel: Don’t- The Inner Circle: [bring Gwyn into the room] Azriel, fighting a smile: Fuck
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highladyofterrasen7 · 5 months
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Rhys stopping them kissing:
Elriel stans
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Gwynriel stans
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maherdraws · 13 days
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#gwynrielweeks2024 day six: mates.
since acosf came out i had this feeling that gwyn and az could have a beautiful connection, honestly I love both of them and think that the little moments when they coexist together are really cute and wholesome. I love that they love music, they’re warriors, they’re determined and love loveee that Azriel’s shadows are calm and curious around gwyn.🌌🦇🗡️✨
— do you like this ship?
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