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🌸Elriel || Grand Entrance 🦇

“Azriel emerged from the sitting room, a glass of wine in hand and wings tucked back to reveal his fine, yet simple black jacket and pants.

I felt, more than saw, my sister go still as he approached. Her throat bobbed.”

~ACOFAS, Ch 12~

This is a tiny redraw of this drawing I did one year ago of one of my favorite Elriel scenes. It’s small in the grand scheme of things but it is one of the first instances where the character’s first start to notice Elain’s crush on Azriel.

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Happy Elriel Winter Solstice

This is a piece I've been working on for a while, and I'm ready to let it fly with Azriel and Elain over Velaris. ❤️

Elain said to Azriel, perhaps the only two civilized ones here, “Can you truly fly?”

He set down his fork, blinking. I might have even called him self-conscious. He said, “Yes. Cassian and I hail from a race of faeries called Illyrians. We’re born hearing the song of the wind.”

“That’s very beautiful,” she said. “Is it not—frightening, though? To fly so high?”

“It is sometimes,” Azriel said.

I would adore seeing a beautiful flying moment with Azriel and Elain in the next book, with Elain enjoying the freedom of flying while Azriel admired her beauty. 🥹❤️

All characters belong to SJM

Art by me Rae2Velaris

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Happy Solstice ✨

I found Elain studying it, beautiful in her amethyst-colored gown. I made to move toward her, but someone beat me to it. The shadowsinger was clad in a black jacket and pants similar to Rhysand’s—the fabric immaculately tailored and built to fit his wings. He still wore his Siphons atop either hand, and shadows trailed his footsteps, curling like swirled embers, but there was little sign of the warrior otherwise. Especially as he gently said to my sister, “Happy Solstice.” Elain turned from the snow falling in the darkness beyond and smiled slightly. “I’ve never participated in one of these.”

⟢ Art by @bloomsbury

⟢ Commissioned by me

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Happy anniversary to Elain making Azriel laugh more joyous than we’ve ever seen and for making his eyes brighter than ever before 💖

No one affects Azriel like Elain Archeron does 🥹

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✨Elain & Azriel at Starfall on Winter Soltice✨

“And I think Elain—Elain would like it, too. Though she’d probably cling to Azriel, just to have some peace and quiet.” I smiled at the thought—at how handsome they would be together” A Court of Mist and Fury

Art by Sirenaariant.

Commissioned by Me.

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We are so excited to share this artwork featuring Elain and Azriel enjoying a peaceful, intimate moment in the snow, while sharing a cup of hot cocoa. We are so grateful to have worked with the talented @/govallesart who took this idea and truly turned it into something incredible. Thank you, lovely, for bringing this gorgeous piece to life!! 💖🦇🌸

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Love on Ice Chapter 20: The Brothers and Sisters

Thank you all for the love on this fic and the artwork! Charlie and I are so grateful :)

17 Days until Competition

Azriel’s body was exhausted. His life consisted of waking up, working out, ice dancing practice, hockey practice, playoff games, repeat. Hockey was as easy as breathing. There was nothing new to learn, and he could shoot slapshots expertly with a blindfold on, truly. Rocking his teammates and unsuspecting opponents into the boards was an added bonus. 

Practice with Elain was tiresome, as they were pushing themselves a bit harder now that there was officially a little more than two weeks until the competition, but even more so mentally and emotionally exhilarating. There was only one new move left to incorporate into their routine. Elain was smiling more, and finally not beating herself up over small mistakes. She was having fun, and being silly and carefree and fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He just hoped that their friendship, the relationship they’ve built thus far, would continue even after the competition. His heart squeezed at the thought it might not. 

Though Azriel wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and escape the world for eight hours, he was glad his two brothers twisted his arm into heading to the bar for the night. A cold glass of whiskey called his name as soon as he’d stepped over the threshold. 

“How’s Feyre and Nyx?” Azriel asked Rhys over the thrum of the music. It’d been a few weeks since Azriel had last seen the two of them, and he promised himself he would carve out time in his busy schedule to visit Rhys’s family soon. Feyre had always been a sweetheart, a pleasure to be around, and Nyx was growing every single day. He wanted to be a present figure in his nephew’s life. 

Rhys beamed whenever the opportunity to talk about his wife and child presented itself. He settled back into the red leather booth with something akin to a lovesick smile on his face. “Perfect, as usual. Feyre is a darling, and Nyx said his first word over the weekend. Take a guess what it was.”

“Mom?” Azriel guessed, already imagining Feyre leaping for joy. 

“Prick?” Cassian wondered, dodging an ice cube from Rhys’s bourbon. Azriel rolled his eyes. 

“No, but you are,” Rhys said, flicking water off his fingers. His lips twitched. “It was Dada.” 

“Oh shit. How pissed was Feyre?” Cassian asked, eyes round with childlike glee as he swigged from his beer. 

Rhys smirked, the picture of fatherly pride etched on his face. “She threw a shoe at my head when I teased her about it.” He turned to Cassian, one brow cocked. “And you? Are you still panting after Nesta?” 

Azriel almost sputtered his drink at the crazed look that crossed Cassian’s face. “Your damn fucking right I am. I have done everything I can possibly think of to impress this woman, and she will not budge. I think she blocked my number, she won’t answer the damn door when I visit, and when I do happen to see her, she all but says four words to me. And it’s usually ‘Cassian, please fuck off.”

Rhys howled with laughter, shooting him a pitiful smile.

Azriel’s forehead pinched in concentration as he racked through his brain for something Elain had mentioned to him once before. Something that all the sisters loved. “The next time you see Nesta, bring her a box of chocolate milk.” 

Cassian blinked, grasping Azriel’s shoulder and leaning in conspiratorially. “Why the fuck would I do that?” 

Azriel sipped his whiskey with a shrug. “Trust me.” 

“Trust the guy who can’t even confess his true feelings to Elain? I’ll pass.” Cassian jested with a snort.

“What’s going on with you two, anyway?” Rhys questioned genuinely, twirling the liquid in his glass. Violet eyes pinned him with a look. Neither one of them had spoken about the incident at the ice rink weeks prior. 

Azriel’s heart faltered, but his face gave nothing away. “There’s nothing going on between me and Elain. I mean…we made it to the friendship stage, and if that’s all we ever become, it’s worth it just to have her in my life in some capacity.” 

“I call bullshit,” Cassian said, pointing a finger in Azriel’s face. He was half tempted to swat it. “You’ve been obsessed with that girl since you were nineteen.” 

Hazel eyes bulged, nearly rolling out of his head. “Could you be any louder?” Azriel hissed, eyes darting around the bar for any potential eavesdroppers. Thankfully, everyone in Rita’s was either preoccupied with liquor or grinding half naked underneath strobe lights. 

“You didn’t deny it,” Rhys observed, raising his glass in salute when Azriel scowled. The bastards weren’t going to drop the subject, it seemed. “Even when you competed against each other, you couldn’t get her out of your head.”

Azriel slumped into the booth, lips set in a hard line. He didn’t want to think about this. He didn’t want to think about how he’d been a nineteen year old boy, who saw a beautiful girl and just wanted to get to know her. He didn’t want to think about how he’d spent years secretly pining after her, all the while she viewed him as nothing more than competition. He didn’t want to think about how he admired every piece of her, and spent the days he and Morrigan bickered, wishing Elain was his partner instead. He didn't want to think about how his best sleep came when visions of her infiltrated his dreams. He couldn’t think about her doe eyes or pink lips or the way her laugh had quickly become his favorite sound. He refused to think about the way her skin felt under his fingertips, because his mind would wander to all the hidden places he’d beg to kiss and touch and taste. Because if he thought about all of those things, for even a moment too long, he would be reminded of just how impossible it was to be hers.

“I–it—it doesn’t matter what I feel for her. Nothing will come of this.” 

“Why?” Cassian asked, voice losing its playfulness. 

“Because she– she doesn’t do relationships, as she so kindly reiterates to me every single damn day. They’re distractions for her,” Azriel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He definitely needed more alcohol, nodding his head in gratitude toward Rhys, who had taken it upon himself to order another round. “We’re just skating partners. Friends. That’s it. I just–I hope that's not all this will ever be. I want,” He looked at his brothers, cheeks tinged pink. “I want so much more with her. But if that doesn’t happen, I’ll accept it. I’ll take whatever she’s willing to offer. I’ll respect whatever choice she makes.” 

Rhys and Cassian exchanged a look. Thankfully, they didn’t press any further.

In Feyre’s home, the sisters surrounded themselves with pillows, blankets, and ceramic bowls of various small treats. Wine glasses were drained and refilled, smiles were sleepy, and music played softly from the vinyl in the corner of the room, lulling little Nyx to sleep against his mother’s chest.

Elain was content. Throughout the night, she grinned and joked and laughed more than she allowed herself to in months. Somehow she'd forgotten just how much she missed her sisters. She understood, though. They were off living different lives and starting families. All of their priorities had changed, but from the moment they vowed to rekindle their relationship, they promised to always find time for a snack and wine night filled with gossip and childhood memories, even the worst of them. 

Feyre had just finished flipping through her sketchbook, showing different versions of a family portrait she wanted to paint and hang in her home, before Nesta jumped into a ten minute monologue about how she apparently ‘could not stand Cassian’. Elain didn’t bother pointing out that for someone who couldn’t stand him, she sure as hell had a lot to say about him. With a pink tint to her cheeks, no less. No, Elain decided to let Nesta figure out her feelings when she was ready. She knew Cassian would wait forever, anyway. 

“How’s skating been?” Feyre whispered, smoothing the hair on the back of her son’s head. Soft baby snores left his parted lips as he settled further into her embrace. 

Elain beamed at the small boy, stroking his fist. He was the perfect mixture of both her sister and brother-in-law. “It’s been…fun, actually.”

“Fun?” Nesta snorted, licking red wine from her lips before popping a pretzel piece in her mouth. “I don’t remember the last time you called skating fun. Probably when we were kids.” 

“I mean it,” She said, shifting to sit on her knees under the blanket. “I’ve been enjoying it. Don’t mistake me, I’m still working hard but I–I feel light and–happy, I suppose.”

“Uh huh,” Nesta smirked knowingly over her glass. Elain’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. 

“Could this have anything to do with a certain, oh I don’t know, Azriel?” Feyre wiggled her brows the best she could. 

Softly, Elain whispered, “Perhaps.” A smile lifted the corners of her mouth.

“You still haven’t fucked him yet?” Nesta asked with an air of nonchalance Elain almost found it offensive.

“I–Nesta, no!” Elain exclaimed, covering her mouth when Nyx stirred. “No, I haven't slept with him.” 

“Okay but are you going to?” 

“I–I don’t know,” Elain glared at her older sister who couldn’t be bothered to hold back her Cheshire grin. “I do not mix business with pleasure. That’s unprofessional, number one. And number two, the last thing I need is to take my eyes off the prize. I’ve worked too hard. Hours upon hours, training upon training. I’m so close. If Mama even knew either of you were trying to get me to entertain the idea of sleeping with my partner, she’d have your tongues.” 

Silence stretched between them before Feyre spoke. 

“Mama’s dead, Elain,” She said quietly, delicate fingers grazing the buttons on the back of Nyx’s blue onesie. “You don’t have to keep doing this, you know.” 

Elain let out an exasperated puff of air, rubbing the crease from her forehead as she grabbed her glass from the table. She said a silent prayer that Feyre had at least two spare bottles. “Doing what?” 

“Trying to please her,” Nesta cut in, liquid swirling in her glass. “You’re keeping a dead woman’s dream alive, and for what?” She challenged, hard blue eyes pinning Elain to her spot on the gray suede sofa.

And for the first time that night, Elain was rendered speechless, if only temporarily. Had she been asked this question years ago, Elain wouldn’t have had an answer. Or if she had, she wouldn't have dared speak it aloud. 

But what good would it do her if she constantly kept her emotions buried down deep? To keep people at arms length? Her sisters had tried to strengthen their bond over the years, but skating had kept her preoccupied. Mama had kept her preoccupied. She’d missed so many movie nights and sleepovers and belly laughs. So much gossip and sisterly advice and joy. And maybe Mama had taken these opportunities from her, but how much power would Elain continue to let her have, even in death? 

So, with her eyes jumping from sister to sister, Elain whispered her truth. “Because I–I just wanted her to be proud of me the way she was proud of the both of you. I don’t know if she ever was.” 

“Why does it matter if that hag was proud of you or not?” Nesta asked, rolling her eyes at the glare from her youngest sister. “You do not need her acceptance.” 

“You and Feyre always had Mama’s approval,” Elain said, harshly biting into a piece of dark chocolate. “I didn’t. You couldn’t possibly know what it was like for me when I was constantly regarded as a failure. Nothing I ever did pleased her. Not cooking, not gardening, not sewing. Those skills did not call forth attention to our family. That’s what mattered to Mama. Wealth, status, recognition.”   

“She saw something I loved and she took advantage of it. I never wanted to compete. I never wanted to perform. I skated on the lake because it was exciting and it made me happy, but that wasn’t enough for her,” A rogue tear escaped past her lashes. “Mama had a child prodigy painter, an exceptionally gifted dancer, and Elain.” 

And that’s all she’d ever been. Pretty, sweet Elain. Completely plain and entirely forgettable. Boring. An embarrassment to her family. Tucked away in the shadows of her sisters’ success. Unable to have a passion unless it could be of use to someone else. 

“I started to hate it,” she continued, quickly draining the rest of her wine. Nesta grabbed the bottle and didn’t hesitate to refill it. “No part of it appealed to me, not when it felt like a chore, a duty to not only show the world that Mama had three successful daughters, but to make myself desirable, too.” 

Because it wasn’t good enough for Mama to have a happy daughter. She needed to be accomplished in something Mama found worthy. Cooking and sewing and gardening would never help Elain become a household name. But establishing herself as a renowned competitive skater? Yes, that would do it. 

“There were times I wanted to hang up my skates and quit but I–,” Elain paused, misty-eyed. “I couldn’t. I couldn’t fail her. So I practiced harder routines and longer hours to become the best, or as close to the best as I could possibly be, and in the end it didn’t matter. None of this matters, because I have nothing to show for it.” 

And maybe that’s what bothered her the most. She’d spent her life doing as she was told. Molding herself into someone who would be revered, admired. Practicing until she was as perfect as she could be. And it didn’t matter anyway, because everything was still the same. Had she wasted years trying to exceed expectations that were unrealistic in the first place? Had she spent the entirety of her adolescence and young adulthood trying to please others, losing herself in the process? 

“Fuck Mama,” Nesta said, innocently shrugging a shoulder as her sisters shot equally bewildered looks her way. She had no qualms about speaking ill of a dead woman. “She spent her life trying to mold you into something you didn’t want to be. It wasn’t fair and she shouldn’t,” Her nostrils flared. “She shouldn’t have put that kind of pressure on you, Elain.” 

That’s what it had been. The pressure to perform, compete, please. Pressure to be accepted. Pressure to be acknowledged. Pressure to uphold an image. Pressure to be good enough. And everything being met with failure. 

“Mama was incredibly vain,” Feyre agreed. Then, more quietly, “Her main priority was making sure everyone knew she had accomplished daughters. That she had money, and accolades, even if those were by extension and not directly her achievements.” Feyre reached out, softly placing a tattooed hand over her sister’s knee. “But she's not here, Elain. She doesn't have control over you anymore, not unless you let her. You didn’t have the freedom to make your own choices then but…you do now.” 

Choice. She’d never really had one before. 

“The things that we love can just be the things that we love. They do not have to be careers. They do not have to bring us wealth or status. They do not have to be used for any reason other than bringing you happiness or confidence or peace.” Feyre smiled. “Isn't it enough to just…love what you do?” She wondered.

“You sound like Azriel,” Elain sniffed, rolling her eyes as she brushed away the remnants of tears with the wrist of her cobalt sweater. 

“Sounds to me like he knows what he’s talking about,” Nesta said, fingernails tapping against the neck of her glass. “Seriously, though. How are things between you two?” 

A warm feeling made its home in her chest. “He’s wonderful. He challenges me and believes in me and I think–.” She swallowed apprehensively. “He's part of why I’m starting to love it again.”

“Are you attracted to him?” Nesta pried, a smirk painted on red lips.

Elain blushed the color of her wine. “Of course I am. But it’s-it’s more than that. I like him. A lot, actually. As in I have been falling very hard for weeks and don’t know what to do about it.” 

Feyre and Nesta exchanged matching grins. 

Elain’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, but even she couldn’t suppress the spreading smile on her own cheeks. “And yes,” She swallowed another gulp of wine. “I–I want him. But this is new territory for me and I’m terrified I won’t be good enough. I’ve already disappointed Mama, and the thought of ever disappointing Azriel makes me feel sick. After everything I just…want to be good enough for someone.” 

There had, of course, been brief fleeting moments where Elain had wanted to experiment with dating. Even if she had devoted her life to skating, underneath it all, she was simply a woman who wanted to experience love and sex and romance at least once in her life. Not just from hearing about her sisters’ relationships or listening to Nesta describe her favorite books, either. 

“Oh El, this is Azriel we’re talking about,” Feyre said gently, placing a hand on Elain’s knee. “The kindest, most patient man any of us have ever known. There’s nothing, and I mean nothing you could do, that would ever disappoint him.” 

Elain sunk further into the plush sofa. “I know that. I do, really. And I know he…likes me, too. Very much, if I’m being honest.” Elain smirked, wine swishing in the glass. “He's not exactly subtle.” 

“I think it’s about time you let yourself be happy,” Nesta affirmed, snagging a treat off the plate in front of her, offering the rest to her sisters. “Mama deprived you of so many things, Elain. Don’t continue the cycle. You’re so much stronger than she ever gave you credit for. This is your life, and only you can choose how to live it,” Nesta’s eyes glittered. “Fucking live it.”

ARTWORK FOR THE CHAPTER BY @chachachai17: Here

DIVIDER BY: @saradika-graphics

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“𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒔” — 𝑨𝒏 𝑬𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 ❄️

This feels like forever in the making, but Violet and I are so happy to finally be able to share this with you all! When I reached out to Lulybot earlier this year, I knew I wanted an Elriel proclamation of love on Solstice. As the art was in the works and I got my first sketch, I knew it needed a story to go with it and immediately thought of Violet. I reached out to Violet (her fics are amazing) and thankfully she hopped on board 🫶🏼

You can find the link for the AO3 fic “Before the Night Ends” by @violetasteracademic here. Though it was inspired by this art, she has turned it into its own amazing story that I can’t wait for yall to read 🩵

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Art by @lulybot-blog

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Fic by @violetasteracademic

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Solstice with the faemily 🎄✨❄️

✨ solstice prompt for feysand month

🎨 art by bychoggy

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Three Sisters: The Beacons of Change

Been a minute since I yapped on the internet and I’m bored on a long layover so here we go! A few housekeeping items before we dig in:

This post is pro Nesta, Feyre, and Elain. I love them all.

Some of the discourse involves pro-Elriel ramblings. This post is largely about Elain herself, so I’ll be including her general tag in this post, but wanted to make note of the Elriel discourse in case that isn’t your cuppa.

A huge shoutout to @jasmineandcedar and @nikachansstuff for the inspiration on this post. Their post/comment largely inspired this.

My thoughts are never coherent and all of this is just my opinion. Also I didn't edit this whatsoever lmao.

If any of these things aren’t for you, no worries, but peace out Girl Scout, keep on keeping you're peace. If you're interested and ready to read more then let's get on into it!

One interesting theme I picked up on within the ACOTAR series is change. More specifically, inciting change on not only a personal level, but also on the societal level. And I’m of the mind that each sister is meant to spark some sort of change, both within themselves as they get their healing arc, but also within the greater Prythian society as they come into power.

Let’s start with Feyre darling.

The First High Lady

Before Feyre came to Prythian, before her story, there were no High Ladies. Or at least the history of them were lost to society as we learned in the CC3 series. Females were not welcome to the role of 'High Lady'. They were not equals to the High Lords, even as their mates.

But with Feyre’s rebirth, with her sacrifice as the Curse Breaker, she rose to power in a way that changed fae society. She was the first High Lady. And we can see that this change spread with Viviane becoming the High Lady of Winter.

Feyre, as a monarch, represents ruling power. The power to command. She is the Crown. And with her character arc she brought change to Prythian in that she opened the door for other High Ladies to take their thrones. She challenged the misogynic lens on which Prythian viewed political leaders and proved that women can have their own political power.

The Valkyrie Reborn

Before Nesta, before her being Made, the Valkyries were lost to the world. The systems in place, largely those in Illyria as we saw in the forefront of her novel, believed women couldn’t be warriors. That they were lesser, weaker.

But with Nesta’s healing, and the revival of the Valkyries alongside Emerie and Gwyn, she challenged this. A challenge that was overcome in the Blood Rite.

With Nesta, she proved that women can have physical power. That they can be warriors. She brought about the rebirth of the Valkyries: an all female army. She challenged yet another societal (and misogynistic) standard within Prythian.

The Bondbreaker

Warning: Pro-Elriel content below

Like her sisters, I think Elain Archeron will also challenge an aspect of Prythian society. But the way she changes society and challenges it will be different than that of her sister's. Like Elain's personality, I believe her own defiance will be softer. Rooted in the heart and emotions.

But damn will it be a choice that radiates through the narrative.

As it stands in Prythian, mating bonds are sacred. Holy. They’re something not to be questioned, no matter what. As we learn from Rhys, some mates aren’t even true matches in spirit, but the bond is regarded so highly that females accept it any way, despite what they want for themselves for their lives. For their hearts.

Tamlin's parents and Rhysand's own mother and father are excellent examples of mated pairs who aren't "true pairings of souls". And I'd argue that SJM introduced these pairings to the narrative as a way to hold a mirror up to Elain's own mating bond.

I believe Elain will challenge this societal standard by rejecting her mating bond. Autonomy and freewill is a huge theme with her character and rejecting the bond would be the culmination of this. More of my yapping on this can be found here.

Elain's choice would also be a sign to other females with unwanted bonds that they too have a choice. That the bonds don’t always know best. That perhaps the Cauldron doesn't always know best. Elain’s rejection of the bond would spark change in Prythian, just like her sister’s arcs sparked change.

Note: Yapped a bit about the lore drops in CC3 and the implications of it in my post here. I personally believe there's two forces warring in the Cauldron (the Mother v. the Asteri's corruption) and believe it raises some interesting implications...

The TLDR: Each Sister is a Beacon of Change

Feyre, the monarch, challenged the system surrounding females in positions in power. With her, the role of High Ladies was reborn and the stigma in Prythian surrounding female leaders was fought.

Nesta, the warrior, challenged existing systems surrounding the strength and validity of female warriors. Through her, the Valkyries were reborn.

With Elain, I theorize that she'll lead a quieter rebellion. But one long overdue. She'll challenge the issue of fate, of the Cauldron's eddies and the Mother's will, over the heart. She'll challenge the heart. The bond. And stand in defiance of it.

okkk bye!

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Elain and Azriel in their Townhouse garden.

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❄️✨ I can just picture Azriel celebrating his 200th Snowball fight victory, secretly getting a tattoo to mark the occasion and hiding it somewhere... very intriguing. Of course, it’s only a matter of time before he’s caught in the birchin, flustered but still smug about his record and his beautiful girl.

This is my holiday gift to the fandom, celebrating the favorite Shadowsinger, brought to life by the @muffin_art_m in all his classical, timeless beauty. You’ve truly captured Azriel’s handsome, brooding perfection—the one who’s as lethal on the battlefield as he is in a snowball fight. 🖤❄️

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Your HONOR 👩‍⚖️

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Brush of fingers, longing glances, peace and quiet. Staying awake, sharing plans. Familiarity and recognition.

I used to shine bright like gold.

Being vulnerable after so much longing, trusting he would catch you when and if you fall. Hearing that everything was a mistake.

Now I’m all indigo.

(I’m addicted to this song and it’s pure Elriel angst)

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The Rulers of the Night Court

The Warriors of the Night Court

The Spies of the Night Court

🎨 art by elisiarin