𝑀𝒪𝑅

if i conquered all my demons there wouldn't be much left of me.

gods, she’d love to look like that.

i burn for you. i burn like a wildfire that cannot be tamed; you and you alone control the flame that cannot be snuffed out.

And she's as beautiful as ever.

⠀come love, show me i am not as difficult to hold as i think.

Rhysand raised his brow. “Why shouldn’t I worry too much about you? You’re my cousin, and part of my family.”

⠀ 𝕴f they touch you, I'll carve my name into their bones. You're mine. ⠀

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ As deft a hand as he was in such matters. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ A smile upon those lovely lips of hers. ~ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ Well, nothing beyond the obvious. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ Is she asking out of curiosity, or just because she believes him a self–serving bastard? ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ Besides doting upon the beautiful female he calls his own? ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

Azriel's expression turns serious at Mor's answer. “Ignore her. Ignore all of them, Mor. Focus on me.” He lowers his voice to a whisper as he leans in, resting his forehead against hers. His eyes never leave her face. “It's just you and me.” The words are quiet, steady. +

He nods, looking at her with kind, affectionate eyes. “I just wanted to check in with you. If you need days off, or whatever you want, just take them.”