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azriel, elain, nuala & cerridwen
by silketara.
October 8, 2024 at 10:19 PM
he needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. what those perfect lips tasted like. her breasts. her sex. he needed her coming on his tongue...
October 1, 2024 at 4:53 AM
elain baking cupcakes 🧁🎀

art by goldenmushroom_
September 29, 2024 at 8:43 PM
wrong — it was so wrong.
he didn’t care.
he needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. 💌

art by celestarly
comissioned by wendigoldd
September 19, 2024 at 12:52 AM
death and his lovely fawn
by dudledudlesss.
September 18, 2024 at 12:44 AM
it had never gone this far. they'd exchanged looks, the occasional brush of their fingers, but never this. never blatant, unrestricted touching.
wrong — it was so wrong.
he didn't care.
September 16, 2024 at 11:37 PM
elain, quite literally swept off her feet.
a kiss on the cheek from azriel, and her smile says she wouldn't want to be anywhere else. 💌

art by solastria
commissioned by lazydaisyreads
September 16, 2024 at 10:43 PM
azriel's fingers lingered at her nape, atop the first knob of her spine. slowly, elain pivoted into his touch. until his palm lay flat against her neck.
September 15, 2024 at 6:41 AM
letting his scarred fingers touch her immaculate skin. letting them brush the side of her throat, savoring the velvet-soft texture. elain shivered, and he took a damn long time fastening the clasp.
September 13, 2024 at 4:39 PM
his head went quiet. but he took the necklace, opening the clasp as she exposed her back, sweeping her hair up in one hand to bare her long, creamy neck.
he knew it was wrong, but there he was, sliding the necklace around her.
September 12, 2024 at 12:05 PM
Reposted by elriel quote bot
September 12, 2024 at 11:32 AM
— it's beautiful. — she whispered, lifting it from the box. the golden faelight shone through the little glass facets, setting the charm glowing with hues of red and pink and white. azriel let his shadows whisk away the box as she said softly. — put it on me?
September 10, 2024 at 5:31 PM
it was a small, flat rose fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of the colors would become visible. a thing of secret, lovely beauty.
September 8, 2024 at 4:03 AM
elain sucked in a soft breath that whispered over his skin. his shadows skittered back at the sound. they'd always been prone to vanish when she was around.
September 7, 2024 at 1:44 AM
elain's large brown eyes flickered, well aware of all that. just as he knew she was well aware of why azriel so rarely came to family dinners these days.
but tonight, here in the dark and quiet, with no one to see... he pulled the small velvet box from the shadows around him. opened it for her.
September 5, 2024 at 11:44 PM
because her mate had been in the family room and azriel had needed to stay by the door the whole time because he couldn't stand the sight of it, the scent of their mating bond, and needed to have the option of leaving if it became too much.
September 5, 2024 at 2:30 AM
elain's mouth twitched into a smile. — nesta wouldn't appreciate the joke.
he offered her a smile back.
— i wasn't sure if i should give you your present.
he left the rest unspoken. because her mate was here, sleeping a level up.
September 5, 2024 at 2:29 AM
two small, bean-shaped fabric blobs lay within.
elain murmured — you put them in your ears, and they block any sound. with nesta and cassian living there with you...
he chuckled, unable to suppress the impulse. — no wonder you didn't want me to open it in front of everyone.
September 4, 2024 at 11:24 PM
𐙚 #elainweek day 4: home 🌌

"home is wherever her sisters, friends and lover are. one ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎day, she might start her own ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎little family with az." 💌

artist: dudledudlesss
commissioner: jasmineandshadows
September 4, 2024 at 5:46 PM
az tried not to look at his scarred fingers as they took the gift. she hadn't bought her mate a present. but she'd gotten azriel one last year — a headache powder he kept on his nightstand at the house of wind. not to use, but just to look at. which he'd done every night he'd slept there.
September 4, 2024 at 4:38 PM
— i… — he watched her swallow. she clutched a small gift in her hands. — i was coming to leave this on your pile of presents. i forgot to give it to you earlier.
lie. well, the second part was a lie. he didn't need his shadows to read her tone, the slight tightening of her face.
September 4, 2024 at 1:25 PM
soft steps padded from under the stair archway, and there she was.
the faelights gilded elain's unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn. she halted, her breath catching in her throat.
September 4, 2024 at 3:57 AM
too many razor-sharp thoughts sliced him any time he grew still long enough for them to strike. too many wants and needs left his skin overheated and pulling taut across his bones. so he slept only when his body gave out, and even then only for a few hours.
September 4, 2024 at 1:08 AM
shadows darkened his eyes, full of enough pain that she couldn’t stop herself from touching his shoulder. letting him see that she understood why he stood in the doorway, why he wouldn’t go near the fire.
his secret to tell, never hers.
September 4, 2024 at 12:27 AM
"why don’t you sit?” she leaned against the doorway beside the shadowsinger.
“my shadows don’t like the flames so much.” a pretty lie. she’d seen azriel before the fire plenty. but she looked at who sat close to it and knew the answer.
September 3, 2024 at 8:14 PM