🎀 𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 🎀
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🎀 𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 🎀
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Azriel listened, a small smile breaking across his face—soft, unguarded, and so rare it felt almost sacred. Very few could ever claim to have seen him like this. There was nothing unreadable about him now. No mask. No shadows to hide behind. Just something open, gentle—

Azriel listened without interrupting, his gaze locked on hers the entire time, drinking in every word as if he could carve them into his bones; commit them to memory, to heart. His eyes fluttered shut when she cupped his cheek, lashes trembling, but only for a moment. He opened+

Azriel’s expression shifted at her words, turning serious as he pulled back slightly; just enough to put a careful distance between them. Not because he didn’t trust her… but because he didn’t trust himself. “You don’t owe me anything, Elain,” he said softly, though his tone +

Azriel shivered when Elain reached up to brush the tears from the corners of his eyes; but even more at the words she whispered to him, so endlessly gentle. He felt it again when she kissed his cheek, her thumb grazing his skin. He didn’t close his eyes this time. He couldn’t. +

Azriel took his time answering, really thinking it through. He leaned into her touch, resting his cheek against her knuckles as she brushed them softly along his skin. “Piano…or maybe the violin,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. “A melody…I think I’d try to +

Azriel fell quiet for a moment, his expression turning thoughtful as he turned her question over in his mind. “Honestly?” he said at last, voice softer now. “I don’t know. I haven’t really tried to…” He trailed off, brow faintly furrowing as he searched for the right words—

Azriel let out a soft huff of amusement, a rare sound, but one she seemed to pull from him so effortlessly. “I don’t think that counts,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “They were probably too drunk to even remember it.” He shuddered visibly when her lips brushed along his+

Azriel listened to her with a smile, not just because of what she was saying—though the image of a younger Elain did warm something in him—but because he simply loved hearing her talk. There was something about it that always put him at ease. And her laugh… soft, sweet, so her—
