#and i wish that i could bridge the gap and make more gif sets w claire/other gals so theyre more represented on my blog

[azriel-landsayd]

Azriel’s lip curved upward at the mention of her killing him. She was utterly capable, he was sure of it, but he would like the pleasure of tasking her sweet nectar between her legs once more. However, he bit his tongue at voicing that. He did not like how disappointed or discouraged? She sounded, slightly frowning. He did not like the tone of it, it was disheartening to see her in this state of unknown and questioning. He held no answers for her and learning the history of how she came to be was questionable, her mother had been used. That could only mean that his intentions with his daughter could surely not be good? A soft sympathetic sigh escaped him as she spoke of her concerns, his body visibly relaxing as she spoke. Azriel moved closer to her, sitting behind her and encasing her with his legs. Her back to his chest as his hand slid around her stomach and pulled her gently closer. Bridging the gap between her back and his chest. He buried his face in the crane of her neck, her soft tendrils caressing his face as he gently inhaled her scent. He was not a man who had words to comfort her, nor did he know how. Azriel simply held her, allowing the silence to linger between them before he pulled back slightly, his chin resting on her shoulder. “We share that much.” He spoke softly, “I do not know much of my father. He also abandoned us when we were young. He only never came looking for us. Azriel knew of my mother’s illness and left. He did not care for us or her.” He shared, “If I am honest, I am not sure what I would do in your position, but I have thought about it. Many times when I was younger, at first I swore to the gods that I would tell him off. Sometimes I even wanted to fight him because of what he did to my mother. Conflicting, is it not?” He leaned down to press his lips to her shoulder, “You do not owe that warlock anything. But if you wish for answers, then I will take you to him.” He was making it clear, in many words. He would not force her. He was giving her a choice, a choice in which he was possibly exchanging his own life for hers. He did not dare call it love, but strangely he felt at peace with whatever she would want to do. It seemed only fair, “I will respect and fully support whatever your choice is.” He spoke gently. He was not attempting to right his wrong, but this felt right and proper for her. It felt like the last thing he could do when it came to her. He did not believe he would die so easily anyway, her father was powerful, but Azriel would not make the same foolish mistake of trusting magic once more. He should have known better than to accept the amulet, after all, he was not a weak human. He was fully a human and harbored the strength that could rival elves. “And if you wish to seek answers to your questions, I will take to him, but if you allow me, I wish to stay by your side in case.” He added. Despite being half-breed, she was not that different from him. Curiosity ate at her much like it had him during his youth, the drastic difference was that her father had come to seek her, whatever his intentions were, but he had. “Does your mother know he wishes to see you? Does she have no opinion on the matter? Or are you keeping her in the dark?” Azriel questioned and laughed at her words and questions, while heavy, they still felt comical. “I will not bind you once more, are you curious at all how I came to track you quickly? Hounds are good for tracking.” Azriel dug into his pocket and pulled out her undergarment and playfully dangled it in front of them, “this made it quite easy.” He laughed softly next to her ear but held her tighter so she would not attempt to move out of his grasp. “No, not quite yet. This location is beautiful, and the sun is about to set.” He spoke gently, tickling the side of her rib, wondering if she was ticklish at all. “Now look.” He pointed in the direction of the sun.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the sky, Azriel sat on the hill with his Nephele nestled in his embrace. The world seemed to slow down around them, as they watched the vibrant colors of the sunset painting the sky in hues of pink, orange, and gold. With each passing moment, Azriel felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that he was exactly where he was meant to be. The gentle breeze ruffled their hair, and the sweet scent of wildflowers surrounded them, creating a moment that felt magical. Azriel would not bother to find out what the heavy mixture of his emotions meant when it came to Nephele, not yet anyway. He only felt like doing right by her, and he hoped that had been clear.

Nephele looked up at him as he stood beside her, unsurprised by his presence though disappointed he had found her as quickly as he did. Her fight or flight seemed to set a pang of anxiety in her belly for a brief moment before she managed to dismiss it. She frowned, "And what would the point in that be? I would only have to continue running until I figured out how to kill you. And even then my father would likely only find another way to track me down for his purposes." She felt defeated by it. There was only dread in the wonder of her father. His means seemed only based in something negative. Her eyes flickered over to Azriel as he sat beside her. For a moment she wished to seek comfort from him, his arms around her as she was filled with anxiety and dread about her father. Azriel was the only one who knew what was happening. When it came to her mother she came up with some lie of running off and growing curious about her father in her travels. She did not wish her mother to know truly what was happening. She did not move closer to Azriel, but she did not move away from him either. She accepted that what was happening to her was likely inevitable. “Not as much as I would like.” She said softly. She questioned how much she should tell him. She questioned trusting him at all. She supposed he was not a dishonest man. He was merely seeking to complete a job he had been hired to do. It was just disappointing that it would come at her expense. That he would hand her over to a warlock who more than likely had no good intentions for her. But then Azriel did not know her. There had been occasion where they enjoyed each other physically, but then that was all. And the carnal pleasures of men did not lend themselves to fond feelings for women necessarily. She could fuck him every possible moment that he might desire it and he would still ultimately hand her over, she was sure. She looked over at him, his handsome features, the light eyes and dirtied blond hair. She had detected a note of sympathy in his questions, sympathy that only served to confuse her feelings towards him further. “All of my questions are not answered. There is still mystery to me on what value I might hold for him to go through the lengths he is to have me acquired for him. My mother believes he put her under a spell and that is how I came to be. He did not stick around long enough for her to even show she was pregnant with me. He was gone. She never heard from him again. So even she is limited on what she knows of him. She just knew he was magical, that he swept her up in the excitement of his romance only to be let down by it almost as quickly. I suppose the only way to know what he truly wants is to allow you to take me to him. No matter the great unease it causes me to even think of being in his presence.” She could not shake her dread, but she had gotten to the juncture where continuing to run was feelings fruitless. Just as sharing what she knew with Azriel seemed acceptable. There was nothing to lie about. If she ran, if she hid information, it would not get her far. Azriel had proven that her father had chosen well in his tracker and also would not allow her to know peace. She would run for the rest of her life if she chose to run. “Well,” she started and let out a long, heavy exhale, “Shall we get started on retreading the progress we once made?” She asked and looked back out through the trees. “Must you bind me again? I accept that there is no fleeing.” She stated. She knew it was foolish to expect him to trust her to not run, but she also felt she showed her acceptance of defeat.