#i finally found this interaction and theyre so horrible (lovingly)

[cr33pypaper]

I can't stand them (Affectionately)

[dandelionsknight]

a moriel post

this post is deeply inspired by the moriel headcanons by @illyriantremors who wrote up beautiful moriel moments that compelled me to write about moriel headcanons myself. seriously tho if you havent read the ones by @illyriantremors yet you just havent lived. I invite anyone who sees this to add, respond, or otherwise interact with this post. have a great day, lovelies. ~ at first glance mor is believed to be sunshine and champagne bubbles and dancing. but at the end of the day she sinks down into a chair and the only person left to smile for is herself. and she tries not to remember what nails in her body felt like, or that she ever felt it at all. she has to move her favorite spot to the couch to make room for azriel, when they finally let eachother into their lives. mor is quiet during these times, thoughtful, turned inward. azriel understands. this is how he is most of the time. he knows the darkest places of the world well. but he also knows that for his beloved morrigan, she does not have to even get out of bed to find her darkest place. and so when mor is quiet, azriel rises to fill the silence. his shadows cozy up to mor, drawing over her like a warm blanket, and she isnt afraid because shes leaning back against azriel as it happens, as theyre sprawled out on the couch. and these shadows are azriel as much as his wings and his soft smile and his tender love for the things he cares about are. the shadows greet mor like sweet, old friends. she holds out her hand and one weaves itself between her fingers and around her wrist, snaking up her arm. and all the time azriel hums softly, an illyrian war song turned poetry with his gentle humming, and he touches mor on all the places he knows dont excite her, but rather, comfort her. the small of her back. between her shoulder blades. her elbow. he maps out unseen constellations with his fingers that he'll later kiss into her skin. then, the little shadow waves at mor, and she bursts out laughing, at the spontaneity of it and the cuteness of it. she looks up at azriel-her azriel-and his eyes betray his smile even more than his lips. and she knows she'll be okay, because this is the only person she can be like this with, and have him still understand. azriel is certainly still there for her highs. dancing at ritas and having too much faerie drinks, arriving home already tugging off his belt, his lips planting searing kisses along her neck. they cant even make it upstairs and he takes her against the wall, fingers buried in his hair as he breathes her name like a prayer over her heart, and mor doesnt know anything beyond the swell of azriel's shoulders and his dark, burning eyes. and hes there for the lows too. he wants to know all of her, and mor struggling to get out of bed and eat is a part of her. he already knows the parts of her bathed in sunlight. now he wants to know the ones dripping in shadows. shadows are his speciality, after all. he brings her breakfast in bed, wakes her up with a kiss to the head a promise he has never seen anyone more beautiful. mor learned long ago how to love herself, but sometimes in the mirror, sudden doubt seizes her, if only for a second- and azriel is there, hugging her from behind, dropping a kiss onto her shoulder. he runs his hands along her shamelessly, lovingly, because he knows every square inch of her. their first time together he made it his job to kiss every part of her, know the shape of her body better than his own, and he is a quick study. mor leans her head back and smiles up at him and remembers she has found a king to share her throne with. sometimes mor puts her hand down and blinks because she thinks shes just put it down on a nail, and suddenly shes not at the house of wind, shes back on the border of the autumn court and she can smell decay on the breeze. azriel knows how to spot these times even better. hes good at getting the inner circle to not ask questions, and he takes mor to a room where they can be alone, and tells her to talk to him about it. tell him what she sees and feels. and for every horrible detail, azriel describes one of her favorite things in velaris. it works. but the lows dont just go for mor. azriel has them too and before mor he never showed them to anyone. his are not quite like hers, and at first, hes embarrased to admit that sometimes certain rooms are too loud for him. she first notices on starfall when the entire city bursts with noise, with celebration and azriels facade is elaborate, looking at her with all the love he always does. but she starts to see the way he holds his head a little lower and how his fingers flutter nervously on her hand when hes not paying attention. when she asks him if he wants to leave, his eyes practically beg for it. so they watch starfall from the quiet, lazy mountains, a picnic spread out. mor can see the ease evident in azriel in this silent place, and she cant believe she never saw it before. while the stars still fall, she tilts his head towards his and kisses him. they make love beneath the endless night sky for hours. his fluttering fingers, mor learns, is the telltale sign of his discomfort. she watches for them when the temperature is too warm, or his shirt collar is wrinkled and he keeps reaching to smooth it down. she especially watches for it when people stand at his back and she can practically feel his wings tensing, even if shes standing five feet away and they are nowhere in sight. one day she brings him to a music hall and tells him to put his fluttering fingers to good use at the piano-when they werent on her, of course. azriel laughs and agrees that the lessons she arranged with a private instructor each week would make him happy. the pieces azriel plays are like him. quiet. but he plays with such emotion that it never matters, and often times, mor will perch on the piano and sing with his playing. she can tell that the gentleness he is able to illicit from the smooth keys brings him peace, calm. sets his fluttering fingers at ease. azriel and morrigan are by no means perfect. but they are there for each other, to fling about flour at each other when theyre trying to bake a cake, and feed the birds by the river in velaris. they are there to play music together, sometimes poorly, but always to laugh. they are there to kiss away the nights and forget their names for a second when they come, but thats okay, because they remember each others. they are there for azriel to insist on letting mor lick melted chocolate off him for her birthday, and then, to cuddle for the rest of the day. watching snowflakes lap at the windows and listen to the fire pop. to ride out all the highs, and all the lows, together.