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the kitty/puss/perrito friends with relatable but contrasting trauma triad is like:
puss and perrito are both orphans but puss was adopted by a loving supportive mother while perrito was completely abandoned
kitty and perrito were both abused by their families but perrito was openly an attempt to get rid of him while kitty's mistreatment was a way of controlling her/ forcing her to fit into their expectations better
kitty and puss were both betrayed by family but puss still had good family waiting for him on the other side of it. kitty did not.
idk I think their experiences being similar but different leading to completely different reactions and character flaws of each is... interesting.
#puss in boots#i guess an argument could be made that kitty might be an orphan too because she was adopted by a human family presumably#but we dont actually know and personally i kind of prefer the idea that she knew her bio family/ her bio family was owned by the same ppl#the idea being her life seems perfect and cushy on the outside but under the surface there is something more negative#at any rate she never describes herself as orphaned in the same way puss and perrito do#Pussy Analysis
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Unfortunately Cornel West was the only third party candidate at all worth his salt and he categorically never had a shot
#one of those years where 1) i don't trust any of it to be real and 2) it feels like there truly is such little difference#that like I hardly even feel comfortable calling a shot with it#but my gut says Harris has it and the USA pushes off Final Crisis for another few years#it doesn't seem like capital is as a whole is willing to take the plunge and embrace new change in fascism still#they still got it cushy right now. extend the lifetime of the machine as much as you can before the whole thing goes nuclear.#that's at least where I'm feeling like its at lately
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is there an opposite of nostalgia where you remember sth as worse than it actually was in order to stop yourself from missing it so much it dissolves you like a wet straw wrapper
#whatever that's called it's me with my MA#like if you offered me a fun and cushy well paid job in london now i'd seriously have to think about it bc like. ugh yknow#but i read my 2018/19 journal yesterday and i mean. what the fuck.#every day's like ''read 2 books and went to 5 museums. met [person i don't know i will come to love till i die yet] they seem nice :)''#i don't know how that period was so charmed but my god#it really WAS beautiful and good and special. it was better than i remembered last time i was in london.#everyone in class had my exact brand of brainworms. every friendship was the most intense thing ever. ppl liked me and i wasn't even trying#every week they'd make me read ten works of world literature and it fucking ruled#like even if goldsmiths hadn't gutted their literature department since then this wouldn't be replicable idk it was a different dimension
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#made it back to school last night from my childhood hometown in NC#i feel so strange... i got there on thursday afternoon and came back yesterday but i feel like that weekend lasted a month#i think i am in shock still.. the area i grew up in is so utterly and completely devastated i can hardly comprehend it#not to mention the surrounding states...#and even though we were just trying to survive while i was there and it was so so scary .. it was only temporary for me#i get to go home to my cushy apartment with running water and electricity while some of my closest friends and family are wondering#if they can get enough water#and so many have lost their livelihoods or even their lives#some of them have gotten water and power back but others are still stuck. and i feel like i am still there even though im not.#its like this weird anxious guilty numbness feeling that wont go away and gets worse whenever i turn on lights or see a case of water.#i dont live there anymore but I am so emotionally tied to that area ... and i was there for the storm and saw the aftermath#but its not actually my home so i feel like... i dont know what I feel actually.#but i dont feel good#and then i feel guilty for feeling bad too!! like I dont deserve to be upset or traumatized?? maybe i should go to therapy again...#idk if any of this even makes sense... and i dont mean to be all me me me during all of this. i guess I am just tired and need to vent a bi#anyway please please pray for the people affected by the hurricane. and if you can donate that would be so so wonderful.#it seems like it will be years for the area to fully recover. if it ever even does.#if youve read this far you have my apologies for my word slop... heres a heart for you 🩷 and a caterpillar 🐛 i think i need to go to bed#i have class and rehearsal tomorrow. even though all of that just seems kind of pointless to me right now#but maybe more sleep will help...#my post
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The Covid lockdown proved that nearly all office work can be done remotely, so now being made to be physically present is like “… really? We’re back to pretending this is necessary?” And it’s a lot harder to stomach.
#I don’t need to be here!!!#I could be at home#with no overhead lighting#or nice but overly chatty coworkers#and I wouldn’t have to sit at a desk pretending to be busy#for eight hours#which i find super exhausting for some reason#ugh sorry i know my job is pretty cushy all things considered#but i also feel like a zoo animal who is starting to pace ruts in the ground#It’s like we all saw through the capitalist illusion#but now we’re back to the same old thing#which seems crazy to me
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disregard my whining from this morning, guess who snagged a job interview next week >:3333
#its for sheetz which applied to as a last ditch effort to get out of my current job and also get paid more#i dont exactly Want to work at a gas station but i feel like sheetz is a best case scenario of that outcome#at least they seem to value their workers. and im gonna go for overnight shifts which means !!!!! $17.50/hr!!!!!!!#i'll be back to the wage i was making at my old cushy office job which was absolutely enough to live on (for me at least)#my plan is to go here but still be on the job hunt for something better in the meantime. i just cannot do that at my current job#bc i also need to save up for a car and i can barely pay my bills nevermind save anything at all#working overnights will be miserable but at least i can BUILD MY SAVINGS AGAIN
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Cat hoodie is going on the travel emotional support list along with her stuffed narwhal and calming catnip
#pearl#cat mama hours#i forgot her little bed like a big dummy#the bottom is cushy but not as cushy as her bed#but the hoodie is helping in general a la thunder jacket type thing i think#she despises it to walk around in but whilst trapped it seems to be good#just a little longer muffin
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theres a trend on tiktok of women with the beard filter and captioning it stuff like “me when i pay for dinner” and its truly a reminder that we as a society are actively going back to our wierd fucked up gender stereotype ways like. since when did we go back to agreeing that a man has to pay for dinner, open car doors. since when did we go back to this old traditional view point of what “being a gentleman” is. feminism has now been somehow degraded into being bimbo feminisim/ actively hating on every single man and veering dangerously into TERF territory AND also forgetting that at the end of the day feminism is meant to benefit both women AND men. not to mention that trend thats like “oh when he looks a little bit gay” like what does a gay man look like to u. since when did we as a collective go back to agreeing that effeminate men = gay??
#also what the fuck is the sassy men epidemic PLEASE get over urself#so many ppl on tiktok dont seem to understand/have forgotten that feminism isnt some#cushy get together where the girlies sit and do pink glitter arts and crafts and talk abt how horrible evey single male passing person is#its about confronting AND DESTROYING very deep seated views on gender stereotypes#and gender stereotypes not just for fem presenting people but also masc people#its not comfortable because so many of these stereotypes are literally ingrained into us at such a young age#that it feels comfortable and normal#sorry for the rant i am just tired of tiktok trends being wierd#gendered talks#hot take alert 🚨
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Immo existing for more than one panel in a single chapter compilation 😍
#tye#oughfgjjg look at him!!!!!!#he exists in the story once more#so bothered by the fact that Fushi only seems to own like... two shirts and a school uniform#he can put his forms into any clothes he wants#yet he doesn't#get some drip#also I just cannot get over how fucking stupid Anton Day looks#just the tiny child head with the stupid goggles on the body of the hulk#I wonder what kind of character he'll turn out to be#he seems to have potential despite not even showing up that much#the hunters I can't even tell apart and who don't have names (?) are more characters to me than Anton Day#rave ramblees#I still don't understand a single thing that's going on in the afterlife arc but alright :)))))#I'm okay with this#maybe it's just because of how weird it's been with the chapter releases#I got so cushy with having them perfect weekly uploads ripped from the official translations#maybe the nyaasi guy will upload the chapters from the volume release whenever that's out
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It's been an interesting morning so far. I may have ruined a 12 year long friendship by having to be brutally honest about something because I couldn't keep quiet any longer and let a friend ruin her life further. If it happens, it happens. I gave her some recommendations and we'll see if she listens. But also, the elusive Loki cat followed me around all morning demanding love and attention and even let my pick her up and hold her, which made me feel special.
#hopefully our friendship will be okay but if it's not then that's fine#I've tried for years to help her and give her advice only when she specifically asks for it#and i love that she cares so much that she wants to help everyone but going bankrupt for it is not good#i couldn't keep quiet about that#i watched my mom file for bankruptcy and all the shit that came with it and o don't want to see that happen to her#the loki snuggles were nice though and hopefully she'll let me snuggle her again#i think she's the only cat who wholeheartedly likes the changes I've been making#there's something neurologically wrong with loki that I've never been able to get figured out because of the cost#she periodically seems to forget who we are and goes into hiding over it#but she's happy and healthy otherwise and she's got a good life of free food and cushy beds for as long as she'll be around#petting her is a bonus when she'll allow it#for now I'm just going to try not to stress about my friend and just relax today#make some tea and watch bake off and crochet#I'm still feeling very off and wrong and might try to sleep again in a bit
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i dont really care if people make fun of unrealistic leftist commune fantasies (though i personally dont want to) but when people come after project management and administration like they're on par with professional dnd homebrewing it's time for the block button. This is a management defense blog
#Bureaucracy and authoritarianism give management roles a bad reputation when they serve a genuine purpose#Since a lot of jobs are bloated and stupid and managers often get cushy roles it can seem vestigial#but that has more to do with The State Of Labor than The Nature Of Management#PMs may not be load-bearing in every circumstance but often failed projects can be traced back to poor management skills#ofc my defense of management should not be read as prizing it over other forms of labor#Just arguing it is a valid kind of work#indexed post
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Most retail jobs in the US have a maximum amount of time you can take off UNpaid. Usually something like 8hrs/month, which you 'earn' a bit at a time. If you've been there a few years or get promoted you may eventually work yourself up to the privilege of 2 whole unpaid weeks off a year. Sick time is not separate (in most states). The time might not roll over, so if you get the flu in January you can either work sick or be fired. Also if you do take a day off you usually have to find someone to cover your shift or you might get written up.
Salary jobs usually have 10-15 paid days off (at least initially) but you 'earn' them the same way and can get into 'debt' with a January illness. And if you use them up when it's nice out and then get sick in December you're out of luck- if you're lucky you can negotiate to take some days unpaid or borrow from the future. People with kids are lucky if they get 1 week of an actual vacation since they use time on kid-related stuff. And yeah, we're all just living like this.
I think adults need summer vacation. Like let's just close down all our jobs for three months and play outside. Please. I'm so tired.
#i did the retail thing for 15 years#sorta ruined my body but the worst of it was reversible it seems#anyhow now I'm a contractor in a cushy job so i can take a somewhat decent amount of unpaid time off#trying not to think about how much money i lose on vacation before I've even left the house 👍🙂🦅
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i get so pissed off when people are braggy but especially if they’re braggy and also wealthy lol
#this is about a blogger i used to follow that would flaunt their expensive ass life all the time#without mentioning they’re rich lmao#but i sussed it out!! and i just hate-looked at their blog and they admitted to not having a job and#living off their parents#and i’m like….yeah….that’s why you brag#because you have the time and money to take fancy gym classes and like. be idle and live a hashtag aesthetic life#lol#it just makes me mad like#you’re out there preaching to read and enjoy the little things while having THEE most cushy life imaginable. barrfff#sorry i just needed to be a hater#i hate bragging in general but especially if it’s so unearned#like read the room#and they’re a popular blogger too and im like l o l#their engagement with the arts and literature is so superficial#and seems to be just for the aesthetic#anyway definitely a case of ‘everyone likes this person and i cant stand them’#i have them blocked cause i couldn’t take it anymore idk how everyone else likes them#text
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Why why why why why WHY does like every single forest ambience video on youtube have fucking wet babbling bubbly liquid drippy fucking WATER SOUNDS oihhweihfeof they're like nails on a chalkboard with these headphones, I hate WET NOISES so much!!!!
All I want is mellow ambient synth patches at an equal volume with gentle breeze, birdsong, rustling leaves, and croaking frogs. NO GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKING WATER!!!!
#my tolerance for overstimulation seems to decrease as i get older#i think cuz i keep getting better at accommodating my hyper specific sensory needs#so being taken out of that very cushy comfort zone is like GORILLA MODE ACTIVATED holy hell i cannot deal#love being a 31 year old toddler lmfao#hag life
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Yandere academic rival who really, really wishes he could just get you out of the way.
Dead dove Do Not Eat! MDNI ! NSFW !
Tw. Dubcon/Noncon, bullying, academic pressures, blackmail, oral sex, explicit photos, mentions of baby trapping, yandere, stalking, forced relationship, AFAB reader
Elias had a certain level of respect for you.
You both attended a prestigious university crammed full of students vying to make connections and nab a cushy position for themselves in the future, and while it was easy for him to be on top of the social and academic scenes, he knew you had to work a bit harder. He came from a very wealthy household, one where needing something was merely a concept and not something he ever actually encountered. You, on the other hand, definitely come from a lesser background than him and his circle. Your scholarship and just above the average academics seemed to have pushed you into a good spot to be hoisted into the same realm as him.
But he didn't really think of you much at first.
You were some nameless face that wasn't really worthy of being around him. Maybe he would catch glimpses of your hair, or someone woud mention you in passing and he'd pretend to be intruiged.
It was really when you started to be compared to him of all people that he started to really pay attention.
You were smart, cunning, and ruthless when it came to your assignments. Just like him. Normally he worked overtime, paid industry professionals to help review his papers, his study materials and poured blood sweat and tears into his academics. And yet you somehow managed to be on his level with less than half the resources. It drove him up a wall because if you were nearly as good as him now, then what could you be like if you had the chance?
Elias was like a man obsessed after your sudden, explosive rise in the minds of professors and lecturers alike. He spent hours studying, shirking his friends and other responsibilities just to make sure he was still better than you, to keep you in your place.
He started to focus in more on your personal life, too.
Where on earth did you come from? He's half convinced that you were genetically designed in a lab to piss him off. But the more he glares at the back of your head when you're not looking, the more he's transfixed. You're like a black hole, or some kind of other abyss like metaphor. Fuck, you had him writing poetry in his head. He hated poetry. He hated you. Or at least, he would really like to hate you, but he couldn't. You had the same amount of drive as him, maybe even a little more. No matter what he did, he was forced to acknowledge you, forced to be aware of every twitch of your hand or every flutter of your eyelids. To him, you were something that demanded attention, even if it was taken from him through gritted teeth.
The only reprieve from his spiraling was the fact that you felt the same way about him. He liked to imagine that you were just as obsessed with him, sitting there in the late hours of the night writing down equations with him as your sole motivator.
But then he finds out that he's not even occupying your mind, and he loses his shit.
"Oh Elias? Yeah I guess he's fine. Huh? Rivals? What the- no way I just want good grades. He has nothing to do with it haha."
You just said it in passing when someone teased you about it, and he knew that he shouldn't linger on your words for too long. If anything, it should make him feel better. You had nothing against him, so it meant everything was fine, right? Wrong. It was so wrong.
Elias was seething, nearly throwing a tantrum. How could you not even think about him. Him! You were some piddling, pathetic excuse for a human being, and you had the audacity to not even regard him when he spent nearly every waking moment thinking about you.
He was fine just watching you from the corner of his eye. He was fine knowing that on some level, the two of you had a respectable if not distant relationship. Just because in some aspect, he wanted a piece of you all to himself. And if you weren't going to let him just have a little bit of your life, your passion, your drive, he would just take all of you instead.
He follows you into the library late one night. You're sitting there, glowing in the warmth of the nearest lamp while your pen makes soft scratching noises against the paper. You look pretty. You've always looked pretty to him. You don't notice him as he approaches, and he feels any vestiges of doubt or restraint float away. Even now, as he loomed over you, you didn't even spare him a glance.
The library was empty. He made sure it was so before hand, and he's glad he did. The quite air was shattered by the sound of him shoving you over the priceless lacquered wood desk. Your eyes go wide as you take him in, and his hands fly up to your throat.
"Augh! What are you-?"
"Shut up." He hisses and narrows his gaze. Your pulse is racing underneath his fingers, and he has half a mind not to crush your windpipe into oblivion so that he can be the last one to feel it. "You have no idea," He mutters and leans in close. Your frightened breath ghosts over his skin, and he shudders. Now that he thinks about it, this is the first time he's ever been so close to you. It feels so right. He never wants to be away from you again. Not when you look so damn alluring with tears rolling down your cheeks and your clothes rumpled on the floor by his feet.
He wants you like this always, with your twitching cunt stuffed full of his fingers and your cries filling his ears. Soft, wet squelching noises met each of his ministrations, and a cruel, wonder filled grin spread across his face.
"You have no idea how much you've driven me wild," He laughs. It's a sharp sound that grates on your ears. "How much you infuriate me," Each word is punctured by a thrust, by a curling motion that has you gasping and seeing stars.
If this is what he has to do so that you notice him, so you will just fucking care about his existence more than you would any other speck of dust on the street, then so be it.
It only gets worse from there.
Elias takes photos of you. So many. Ones of your crying face, ones of your leaking pussy, some of him shoving his dick past your puffy lips. Once the camera shuttered and they were in his hands, it was all over.
He played the role of your boyfriend after that.
There wasn't a moment where he wasn't hovering over your shoulder, whispering threats into your ears. He gets you to start doing worse in your classes and on your assignments, and for once, he's happy. He finally has your eyes on him, and if you ever try to leave him or say anything, then he'll make sure you can never show your face around here again. Don't worry, though. He's kind enough to keep it so you won't fail outright. In fact, he'll just slip some money to some of the professors so you don't have to do anything other than sit on his lap and pay attention to him while he actually works for the top spot.
Elias takes you out on fancy dates as if it's any way to soothe the sting of having your life ruined. He pays for everything and practically preens under the feeling of finally getting what he wants. He's such a brat, and he doesn't even care about hiding it when he's with you. Part of the reason why he likes you is he can be his nasty, awful and conniving self and you have no choice but to accept it. He doesn't mind if you're reluctant or stubborn. In fact, he kind of likes it because in the end, you still gave in to have a chance to graduate from a prestigious school. And plus, now you're living the high life with him! It's kind of a win win if you think about it.
He loves having you sit on your knees (a cushion underneath them of course. He wouldn't want you to ever actually get hurt) and taking his cock in your mouth while he studies. You look so cute like that, with your eyes all narrowed in mildly hidden frustration, and he loves it even more when he thrusts into your throat. You always make these little spluttering noises that just drive him wild, and he clamps his thighs around your head to keep you there.
Elias who soon becomes the university's beloved model student. He's not going to let anyone get in his way ever again, especially not after he has you to provide for now. After all, he's got plans for you. Once he manages to put a baby in you, he'll know that your future family is secured, and he's got to support all of you. There's no way he can fail now!
#my writing#yandere#yandere x reader#tw yandere#yandere male#yandere x you#x reader#dead dove fic#stalker yandere#yandere rival#male yandere#yandere x darling#yandere boyfriend#fanfic writing#darlingcore#yandere concept#yandere character
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Of Oblivious Minds (2)
Pairing: Azriel x Reader
Summary: You're positive Azriel is in love with Elain. It seems so obvious. But Cassian is laughing at you and suddenly nothing makes quite so much sense anymore.
Word count: 3k
Warnings: Angst!! More pining and yearning
a/n: Here is part two! I love writing this little series :) There will definitely be more! let me know what you think ♡♡
Part 1, Part 3
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Sometimes you hated being a scholar.
There were plenty of upsides to having such a cushy job, especially when your employer was the high lord himself. You got paid generously, got free access to the best libraries, and never had to pay rent. Millions of fae would kill to have your position.
But as Cassian punched you in the ribs—for the third time—you found yourself questioning your role within the night court’s inner circle.
“Okay,” you breathed out, hunching over with a hand cradling your side. “Okay, please, Cass. Can we take a break?”
Unfortunately, Cassian didn’t appreciate quitters. So, your feet were abruptly swept from under you and your back made contact with the floor. With a soft oof, the wind was knocked from your lungs.
“C’mon, y/n, you’re better than that. I know you are.”
You responded with a wheeze, blinking into the pale sun.
This morning had been rough.
You’d been having some trouble sleeping, but that wasn’t necessarily unusual. Being alive for so long meant you had seen quite a few things, so nightmares came and went with the tide. You were going through a rough patch with them at the moment, and the lack of sleep was starting to catch up with you.
“You planning on laying there for the rest of the day?” Cassian asked, his large silhouette coming to block the light.
You squinted up at him. “Maybe.”
“Yeah, not happening.”
You fought back a whine as the Illyrian pulled you up by your shoulders and steadied you. He nodded, giving you a moment to ready yourself back into position, and then bent his knees. Gods, you were going to be so sore later.
It didn’t take long for you to end up on the floor again, this time on your stomach. Your chin cracked against the padded ring, your teeth snapping together at the impact. The sound made your brain vibrate as you rolled onto your side and held your temple.
Cassian crouched down to the floor beside you and you could make out his worried brow amidst the shakiness of your vision.
“What’s going on with you?” He brought his hand up to brush against your already bruising jaw. “We’ve been working on that move for weeks. You had it a few days ago.”
You breathed through your nose and tried not to groan at the ache rolling through your body. “I think I’m just tired. I haven’t been sleeping very well.”
At that, Cassian plopped down to a seat, keeping a hand at your elbow as you brought your own body up to mirror his.
“You want to talk about it?” he questioned.
“There isn’t much to say. I can’t remember them this time. It’s kind of strange—usually I remember them too much and that’s what makes it worse.”
Cassian hummed in contemplation. He was always the one you went to the morning after a sleepless night. Cassian would listen as you talked through your nightmares, and you would do the same for him. He was a logical pillar in your life.
But it was always Azriel you went to in the midst of them. You never talked about what you saw and he never asked. But it was always Azriel in the middle of the night. His shadows were a comfort in the pitch black and he was always quick to wrap his wings around you when it became too hard to breathe.
You hadn’t gone to him these last few times.
The fact that you couldn’t remember your dreams was an unfortunate factor. Because if you knew what was causing you to wake up in a cold sweat every night, at least then you could talk about it. Or take a moment to rationalize.
There was no rationalizing when the only thing you had to go off of was fear and hurt.
“What does Azriel think?” Cassian asked after a small lapse in silence.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when you go to his room at night. What does he have to say about you not remembering?”
You scoffed. And then scoffed again. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about, I barely do that.”
Cassian stared at you with a blank expression. “So we’re still doing that then. Got it.” He heaved himself up from the ground and then yanked you up alongside him.
“Still doing what?” you asked, trailing behind him as he reached for his canteen. He didn’t answer you, favoring the long gulps of water he was taking. You waited for him to finish and then asked again. He chose to unwrap his knuckles instead. “Cassian.”
The man sighed. “Nothing, y/n. It’s just… It wasn’t a secret that you would go to his room after you had a rough night. Why do you think I never dragged you out here those mornings?” You cringed at his words. He shook his head. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Why do you hide it?”
You didn’t have a good reason—well, you didn’t used to. You’d always sneak out of his room after the sun rose and never bring it up again. And there was never a solid explanation for why you evaded the topic. You knew Azriel would never hold it against you and you weren’t embarrassed for others to know that you sought out comfort in a friend. It just seemed like something you should keep to yourself.
Now, though—now there was a good reason to wipe your actions from memory. To pretend they never happened and to never repeat them.
“Cassian, Elain is my friend. Even if I did that in the past—in a friendly way—it would be wrong now.”
A muscle in Cassian’s jaw twitched. “Right. Have you ever actually talked to Elain about her feelings?”
“I don’t need to.” You reached down for your own water, ignoring the twinge in your side and the pulsing in your head. “She never stops talking about him. And they’re always together. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were already seeing each other.”
“Who’s seeing each other?”
The cool tone of Azriel’s voice washed over you and you whipped around to find him standing at the foot of the training ring, blades in hand.
A nervous laugh fell from your lips and you fought the urge to slap your hand over your mouth. “Um, no one, just some friends I know.”
“Who?” he asked again.
“Oh, you don’t know them. Old friends.”
The Shadowsinger raised a brow, sending Cassian a fleeting look. “I thought I knew all of your friends.”
“You don’t. I know way more people than you. Even though you're older than me. Not by that much, though. Have you talked to Elain lately?” Words were spewing from your mouth in the worst combinations. You were never nervous around Azriel. What in the cauldron was wrong with you?
Azriel’s raised brow turned into a furrowed one and he blinked, assessing your face with a scrutinizing gaze. “Do you have a concussion?” He turned the Cassian, expression going from confused to provoked. “Did you give her a concussion?”
“Honestly, maybe.”
“I don’t have a concussion,” you rushed out, cutting off Cassian’s admission. “I was just leaving though. I’m tired. You guys can fight each other.”
There was so much sudden pent-up energy inside of you that you had no intention of sleeping, but just seeing Azriel made you feel like you were intruding on something. Which was absurd. Azriel was your friend and had been your friend for centuries. Just because he loved Elain didn’t mean you had to avoid him.
But this energy had to come from somewhere, and that somewhere was telling you to avoid him like the Illyrian flu.
Making a break for it, you freed yourself from the training ring and attempted to skate past Azriel with a quick side smile, but he apparently had other plans. He caught your wrist as you walked past, glancing up at a “preoccupied” Cassian before turning to you with his wing out, giving the illusion of a private conversation.
“You’re not sleeping well?” he asked, voice low.
You warped your smile into one that met both sides of your mouth. “I’m okay.”
Shadows crept over his shoulders and along his ears. His expression shifted and pinched and then returned neutral. “You know you can come to me if you need it.”
“I’m okay, Az. Really.”
“Would you tell me if you weren’t?”
Maybe before.
“I’m a paper pusher, Az. I’m not out in the throes of battle,” you jested, scrunching your nose as you smiled up at him. “Nothing is that serious for me.”
A lie. Something was that serious—serious enough to keep you up at night for the past week—but you couldn’t figure out what it was.
“That is not what I asked,” he countered, sliding his hand up from your wrist to turn your chin. “You need to ice your jaw. Cassian shouldn’t be so rough with you.”
“I’m okay,” you said again, words a pathetic repetition because your heart was beating so fast now and you needed to leave. Something was pulling at your chest and you needed to leave.
“As you’ve said,” Azriel muttered, his fingers brushing down along the column of your throat. When his eyes flickered up and met your own, something inside of you lost its alignment.
You looked away before the feeling could return. Everything righted itself. You took a wobbly step back.
“Have a good training session.”
You turned on your heel and stalked away, feeling equal parts the betrayer and the betrayed.
~~
“You mean that girl off-continent? The one from a century ago?”
Cassian hummed. “Yeah, her. What I wouldn’t give for a visit from her.”
“You’re a pig,” Mor replied, a scoff sharp on her lips.
“She didn’t think so.”
You were eavesdropping. You didn’t like to, but somehow, in the time you’d spent in the inner circle, you’d picked up the habit. Oops.
Technically, you weren’t really eavesdropping. You had been in the room first. It wasn’t your fault Cassian and Mor decided to speak very loudly with only a few shelves separating you. If they wanted privacy they should have checked the area.
“Is it that hard for you to get laid? You have to search off-continent?”
Cassian’s responding laugh was almost defensive. “I’m sure you’d love to know about my sex life.”
“I really wouldn’t, actually. You brought it up.” Mor paused. You heard her shift on the lounge chair. “I am, however, interested in Azriel’s.”
“Aren’t we all,” Cassian droned. “Pretty obvious that he doesn't have one at the moment. Hasn’t had one in a while.”
You felt your neck jolt at the reveal of that information. Azriel always kept his partners discrete, but you’d always known he’d had them. Many of them. You had no idea who they were or where he met them, but you would hear the girls occasionally... smell their perfume on a few rare nights.
“You think? This whole time?” Mor asked, curiosity raising her voice an octave.
“Mor, I think the sight of other females makes him want to vomit.”
The book in your lap was all but obsolete.
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
Cassian tsked. “I’m not. He’s told me.”
“I suppose that’s what having a mate does to a person.”
Your fingers became abnormally cold, the center of your chest caving slightly.
Azriel had a mate? No, he would have told you.
He would have told you.
Mor’s sweet voice slammed against your ears, harsh despite its nature. “Do you think he’ll tell her soon?”
Cassian’s reply had you standing on shaking knees. “Hope so. He’s so in love with her it's suffocating. You should see when—”
You were out of the room in a wisp, sliding out the small back door. The book you’d been reading was still clutched in your frozen grip and you held it against your chest as breathing became impossible. With a hand pressed to the wall and your head hung low, you sucked in air, greedy for some type of reprieve.
You were happy for him. You were so, so happy for him.
Right?
The book fell from your grip, clattering to the floor. The pages collapsed in on themselves as it fell face down, and you listened to the paper crumple as your throat closed. Both hands now pressed to the cold wall. Why were you freezing?
This made sense. It made sense.
Of course Azriel had a mate and of course it was… Elain?
No, it couldn’t be Elain. Elain was Lucien’s mate.
Now you were confused as well as consumed. Your body was left aching from training and your mind was in a frenzy and you couldn’t even understand why you were reacting the way you were.
It was completely plausible that Azriel had a mate and didn’t tell anyone about it. He was a private male who kept his lovers to himself, so of course he would keep his mate to himself as well. But he did tell someone about it. He told Cassian. And Mor knew.
Your fingernails dug into stone.
Azriel didn’t love you.
The thought came on so suddenly that you almost looked over your shoulder. It was as if the words had been whispered in your ear by some cruel, vicious wind.
You had never cared if Azriel loved you before, because you knew that he did love you. Like a sister. You were Azriel’s family and he was yours.
But as the thought of Azriel having a mate invaded your mind once more, your shaky legs propelled you forward, running from the creased book and the hallway that contained all of the worst things.
You ran until you couldn't, until your toes hit the edge of the balcony on the far side of the house and the cool air of winter hit your cheeks. You had been so cold inside, but somehow the breeze felt even colder across your skin.
“Y/n?”
You gasped, whipping around and gripping the railing as it pressed into your spine. You couldn’t formulate words as Azriel stood before you. His hands raised up to his waist, reaching for you as he took in the way your chest heaved.
“What’s happened? What’s wrong?” he rushed.
You only shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. Embarrassment and confusion and a twisted sort of fear coursed through you. You couldn't look at him, afraid you would somehow see the bond connected to his chest—somehow notice things about him you hadn’t before. Maybe another shade of hazel in his eyes or a softness to his lips that you had never looked for.
As you considered it now, it was obvious that you’d never let yourself look.
Azriel was never supposed to be yours.
“Talk to me, angel.” Azriel’s sweet whisper brushed against your skin. He was so close to you. You could feel him, but you refused to look.
To see how everything had changed.
“Let me fix it.”
You heard the rush of wind from his wings as he expanded them outwards, followed closely behind by the whirling of his shadows, and it all clicked then.
The images came quickly, dissipating just as fast. But they did their job, sending heavy, hot tears past the tight scrunch of your eyelids.
Azriel with Elain. Azriel with Mor. Azriel with random, faceless women.
Him, in every iteration, with everyone that wasn’t you.
That’s what had kept you up—the dreams plaguing your every resting moment. And you realized then that nothing had really changed at all. That you’d been in love with Azriel for longer than you’d been in love with anything.
Your jaw trembled, your body rejecting the anguish that swept through you. Wind softly flowed from the west, swaying your skirts with a gentleness that made your breath shudder. That kind of gentleness was impossible. The world felt so cruel.
“Y/n, tell me what happened. Should I get someone else?” Azriel pleaded. “Should I get Rhys?”
Rhys could knock you out, and that would surely be a relief. You felt paralyzed by this overwhelming array of devastation. But Rhys would also have access to your thoughts.
You shook your head. “No,” you said, but the word was lost in the wind. Azriel seemed to hear it anyway. “No, I want—I need to—go to sleep.”
“You need to go to sleep?” He touched you now, something he seemed to have been avoiding. His hands came to rest behind your neck, thumbs at your jaw, and you pried your eyes open at the contact. You’d never seen the shadowsinger look so ruined, his hair askew, his eyes wild and panicked. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
His expression was beseeching you for something you couldn’t give him. You hiccuped your next words out.
“I’m—’m tired.”
You wished you’d stayed oblivious. That you had never become privy to the depth of your feelings.
This pain was immeasurable.
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