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sugagummi · 7 years ago

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Mirrored Shred pt.6

AZRIEL X OC

A/N: OKay, bad news and sort of good news. Like--okay news, i guess.

So, I’ve decided to pause this Mirrored Shred and Val’s story. :(( BUTTT! She will be appearing in my other Azriel fanfiction, Elixir of Truth, and having the same backstory! So basically, I’m going to pause this, and continue onto Elixir of Truth, because I realized that I want to be a devil and have a lot of angst between Azriel and Val’s relationship.

So, yeah. I hope y’all like this chapter...I probaby have some typos...

ALSO IF YOU WANT SOME BADASS ILLYRIAN FANFIC I MADE THE FIRST CHAPTER HERE, YUP YUP YUP

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“She was content with waiting. She had eternity to wait.”

“It looks lovely.”

Val only frowned at herself, looking at the skin that was bare and the fabric that did not cover her scars. It was a dust-rose dress, long sleeved with sheer mesh and encrusted with gems. Her wings made a striking contrast, it’s tawny and white colors a fitting match. The dress and her wings resembled her favorite color of the clouds--a representation of the Court she came from and yet, with the glittering gems, something of the Night Court as well.. It covered her collar bone enough to still see those scars--and fully exposed her neck.

Other than that, yes, it did look lovely. She felt lovely.

“I suppose it is...” Val still did not know if this was too much--of her scars. Did she want to show these? Could she allow herself?

From the long mirror in front of her, Thesan stood up and walked up beside his daughter.

Since the Night Court revealed its hidden city, Velaris, the High Lady and Lord sent out invitations to the High Lords of Prythian. No doubt a show of good faith from hiding the city. Although Val was personally invited by Azriel--something she thought was a dream, but ended up being a power that...that she would have to talk about with her father about.

Thesan currently wore a tunic of light pastels and gold embroidery--something that fit him nicely and made Val envy her father for being so perfect.

Undoubtedly, she did look like her father; their skin was the same dark honey and their eyes the same uplifting shape. Daemon had been the copy of their father, because when it came down to charisma and hair. Unlike her father and brothers straight, brown hair and calm demeanor, Val was the opposite. She had the hair as thick as clouds and darker than , and the patience of a thunder.

“Will that be the dress, Val?” Thesan said, his hands tentatively placed on her shoulder.

“Yes, it is,” she finally said and turned her body around to face her father. “When do you think it’s best to leave?”

There was also the fact that Starfall was that night--and Val had tried on several dresses on for the entire day. They were in no rush though. Augustus was probably already ready, and waiting for them two. Perhaps to hash out the rules of the Night Court.

But... Val had to grab this moment that she had with her father. She could probably never have another time like this.

“Oh, we’ve got time, don’t fret,” Thesan said and smiled broadly at her, thought--like always--there was sadness.

Val nodded, her hands clutched toghether in front of her and her wings held uptight. “Father... Do you remember my mother? Who she was...”

Taken aback for only a short moment, Thesan composed himself and cleared his throat. “Your mother?” he said, and there was a deep emotion set in his eyes--not for the topic, but for Val. “She was half Seraphim, like I told you...”

“There’s that--what she is,” Val said, her voice so low and timid. “But there is who she was. I know my biology enough to know that I got my ears from you.”

A nervous laugh escaped her fathers mouth. He settled his arms behind his back. “When I say this, Val, it doesn’t make my love for or your brother you any less...”

Oh. Val turned her body to face him seating on the lounge of the dress room.

“It’s been so long since I ever thought of your mother.” Thesan’s mouth puckered down. “I was perhaps in my twenties after the war--and not yet High Lord. So, in my youth, I did dabble around--oh, Val, don’t look at me like that. How do you think I feel when you and Helion talk like that? Well, your mother, Lilith, took pride in her wings--and I absolutely adored them too. That’s what attracted me. But, when Drakon and Miryam fled, she did as well.

“I lived on my life for a few months--until someone comes to my door, bearing a gift.”

“Augustus,” Val breathed. She’d known her fathers partner since she could fly. He was in one of her earliest memories--and she knew that Daemon would think the same.

“Yes, that was the first time I met Augustus. He’d been a guard already, and he said he came by two infants in a basket at the outer edge of the palace--where the cedar trees reside. And then, I smelt you and Daemon--I knew you were my children.”

“Daemon and I came in a basket?” Val said, though she found it hilarious. “Some mother we had.”

Thesan shrugged with a smile. “I wouldn’t know. It seemed that Lilith didn’t spend much time with you.”

“It was just a fling, then?”

“Yes, it was.” Her father frowned, then, he stood up. “I was blessed to have you and Daemon--and... you know the rest.”

“And my powers?” Val said. “It’s been nearly three centuries, and yet I can’t crack down what I can do.”

Thesan looks thoughtfully at her, and then two glasses of wine appear in his hand. He gives one to Val, who takes it with unease, and they drink.

“Val,” her father said, and he reached over to hold her free hand and squeeze it, “so much has happened since Under the Mountain--so much that I can feel you don’t want to talk about, with me, at least.” There it was again--sadness flickered in his eyes as he stared at her.

“It’s too much, in such little time,” Val said, her voice wavering. “I’ve gotten comfortable enough to show what she did...” the scars. “To show that I am a survivor, and that I did not die to my own hands...”

And it was just a whirlwind of everything that she saw there, beneath the court of Amarantha. Thesan listened, and he held his daughter, and shed tears with Val from their loss--their precious Daemon.

Thesan was grateful for this, for his daughter to finally tell him, so that he could finally feel like he wasn’t watching Val give way to the winds. He loved her--he never wanted her to doubt that. Everything he saw in the court that he thought was the worst--was only the surface.

Until the sunset, Thesan and Val spent their time together--finally, as father and daughter. Dawn Court seemed brighter with them like this.

The House of Wind, a palace that was remarkably so unlike the luxuries Dawn Court had.

It took Val’s breath away, to see such a beautiful palace with so many balconies and so many people--all waiting and glancing frantically up at the sky. The sun was only setting, and yet they still wait for it. There was a low hum of music that thrummed from inside the House.

From behind the three, Nuan and a few other prized fae of the Dawn Court had winnowed. She was a great friend of Val for a long time, one that Val had to rekindle after getting her new arm. They’d been distant since the war was over.

Taking leave from her fathers side, Val makes her way to Nuan, and smiled.

“You look ravishing,” Val said with a hint of playfulness.

Nuan smiled widely. She wore a long dress of silver and pale oranges that slipped right off her shoulders.

“I won’t fall for your flirting,” Nuan said, though a blush spread against her olive skin.

Val walked beside her. “It’s only fact,” she said. “Though, I wouldn’t mind to get a good look at all the Night Court citizens tonight.”

Nuan’s eyes tingled--as though she thought the same, but something was held back. Val felt her energy glow.

They walked through the House of Night, eyes from all the citizens following the Dawn Court like they were a wary. Val didn’t blame them. This was a sacred city--and no intruders had ever come to see Starfall here. There were whispers about the Peregryms and even more about Val’s Seraphim wings--how rare it was.

A few Illyrians were spotted and it made Val’s heart ache to see Azriel.

Then, Nuan’s gaze fluttered. The energy around her nearly hazardously vibrant.

“Are you okay?” Val placed a hand on her back, looking around the balconies of the House of Wind.

But she saw him! --and the Inner Circle--all waiting, all with calm smiles.

Azriel spotted her, a small, secret smile evident on his face. He seemed to gaze longer at her, probably the amount of skin she was showing and the scars that were white and pink. Something like pride shown on his face.

Val’s wings fluttered--her heart fluttered. She cursed herself for that.

“More like are you okay?” Nuan teased and Val poked her side, earning a squeal of laughter.

“I am okay,” Val replied with mock pride. She huffed her chest out and grinned. “It’s not like I was avoiding a certain blonde-haired--”

Nuan’s eyes widened, she glanced to where the Inner Circle was--and then slapped Val’s mouth shut.

Val was surprised, she stared at her friend’s metal hand, and then wickedly smiled.

Yelling back in surprise, Nuan whispered-screeched, “You licked my hand?”

Val cackled, her head thrown back with the delight of grossing her out. “Thank the Cauldron you didn’t use your metal hand. I probably would’ve spat in it.”

Nuan raised her eyebrows, but she grinned along. “You and Helion--I swear you are one person with your odd and sexual words.”

“Ah, my father said that too.” Val and Nuan’s words died down as they saw their High Lord greet Feyre and Rhysand.

“Perhaps I should go with him,” sighed Val. “Duty and all.”

“Oh, the duties,” Nuan sighed as well with a smile. “Have a great night, Val.”

Val smiled, her hand dropped from her friend’s back, and she walked towards her father. She made sure her wings were tucked in tight and her posture was straight. When she made it beside her father, she bowed.

“Feyre--Rhysand,” Val greeted first. “I supposed my father’s already thanked you for the invite.”

Feyre--adorned in a dress of white and black and all things night--bowed along with Rhysand--as usual, he wore a dark tunic, with the flare of a midnight blue. The two looked magnificent as ever.

“I just hope you didn’t invite Beron or Tamlin,” a douche-bag’s voice drawled. “That’s when

From behind Val, she felt Helion’s hands clasp on them. She could feel the smug grin he gave the High Lady and Lord.

Rhysand’s lips quirked. “Well, we did--as a sign of good faith, but thankfully they declined.”

Val--to her surprised--released a sigh. She was glad to know that Beron, Eris and Tamlin would not be attending. She found them quite annoying.

“No one would want them to piss on this parade,” Helion muttered. “Oh, excuse me, High Lady and Lord--thank you for the invitation to this glorious night.”

Only Helion could try pull of this douchebag act. With that tunic-robe of his.

“And my,” Helion added, “Val--I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress. You look like the clouds.”

Val raised her eyebrows at him. “Aren’t you just filled with compliments,” she said. “I’m surprised you didn’t give Feyre one first.”

Feyre laughed, a sort of light one. “Oh, I could do without Helion’s compliments.”

“I’m offended he didn’t compliment me,” Rhysand said.

Val and Feyre--to her shock--scoffed at him.

Rhysand grinned at his High Lady. “What? A compliment from Helion that doesn’t involve a bed is something I’m envious of.”

Feyre rolled her eyes. “You’re just asking for attention.” Her mouth twitched with a smile, and a look of somewhat adoration and daunt crossed her face.

“They’re doing the mind-thing again,” Helion muttered. “Well--I’ll see you lovers later this evening for the big show.” His arm left Val’s shoulders, and he began to trek his way down from the balcony they were on.

On his way, she could see Thesan and August at the edge, their smiles small and private. Her feet took her to the edge facing the inside of the House, of the wide floor beneath them.

There was a lot more people than Val had anticipated. They were all chattering among themselves, calm and light. Everything about these people spoke volumes of Rhysand as a being--someone who cared so much for these people to not be found out by Amarantha. Someone who sacrificed himself.

Val felt her heart squeeze. She could think of so many people that died who were close to her. They wouldn’t be able to see this side of the Night Court. Or perhaps they already know, in the special place wherever they go.

Her eyes lilted to the people playing the instruments. Soft music spewed from their delicate finger movements, and their bodies swayed to it. A beautiful art that Velaris excelled at. Val leaned herself away from the ledge, and cracked her neck. She’d stayed too long in the hunched position from watching the people below the balcony dance.

Soon after, her skin prickled. The presence of shadows was close. Val turned her body around only to be right.

Azriel had left after Thesan made his greetings to Feyre and Rhysand. Val didn’t knew where he went, but here he was--suited with a light weight dark armor, fitting his body and possibly accustomed to look more like a tunic. He walked gracefully towards her, and it seemed like her heart was raging far more than it had in the past.

“Hello, Val,” he said--and it seemed so much different than any other greeting. Val felt the vibrations of his voice--rattling her chest. Azriel then dipped down to a bow, and smiled at her--Val’s breath did an intake when his hand reached over to hers, and they clasped together.

It sent a chill down her body. It echoed something so ancient and so melodic when they touched their hands.

For a moment, she thought Azriel felt it too because his hand slightly pulled back from the shock of it all. She thought he was going to say it, to truly solidify what this meant.

But that did not happen.

Time began to move faster. Azriel began speaking to her, about the spirits that migrate and the one true place to see them. He took there, outside with all the other people. She saw her father, Nuan, August, Hellion, the Inner Circle, Elaine and Nesta, Kallias and Vivianne, Tarquin and his people, and even a few other people. They all looked up.

When the spirits in the sky did appear--the blue and the green and the whites covering the world above with their beauty, it was Val who could see them in a seemingly slower pace. Beside the sluggish feeling of it all--of what she thought was happening, she pushed it aside. She wouldn’t think of it. Not when Azriel was going through his own trough unrequited love. He had Morrigan to think of, to figure out where they stood. Val couldn’t complicate things.

She reached above, her hand touching a fallen spirit, and it’s dust covering her face and wings with its warm glow. Alarm flashed through her face, and she looked at Azriel.

“Have I just--?” she spluttered and attempted to wipe off the remnants of the spirit only to smear it all across her face.

Azriel laughed--a deep and rumble that silenced Val at its beauty.“It’s only Stardust,” he said and his eyes danced with humor. “You’ve done no harm to the spirits.”

Val couldn’t form the words to say anything, apart from replaying that laugh. Suddenly, she was curious to see what the stardust would look like on him and his wings. She did so by flicking her hands towards him.

The dust settled onto his dark hair, a little speck on his nose and chin.Val admired him, her smile loopy. “It looks well on you.” Her hand reached out to smear more on his nose. “Where else shall I put it?” She did not wait for a response, and took his rough, scarred hands. She looked down at it, and the dust that glowed in swirls of blue and green on his hands.

“I’ll always envy you for those beautiful scars,” Val whispered. “At least you have two.” Her metal hand let go of their intertwined hands, until Azriel reached out to grab it.

“Don’t be ashamed, Val,” he said as he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. She stared at him, wide-eyed at such a intimate act.

Instead, Val grabbed another handful of the star dust, and she threw it at his wings. His wings flared open slightly, and laughed again while he shook of the dust towards her wings. Before she could retaliate, he grabbed her and took her to his family, where they all danced and they all smiled. No war loomed over them. Only the beat of the music and the hearts that swelled.

But even with all that music and the laughing and drinking--Val settled her thinking with all the raging of the ancient and primal bond. She was never going to tell Azriel what he was to her. That cold only complicate this friendship they had right now. Only one thing was settled.

She was content with waiting. She had eternity to wait.

HERE IS SOME ART I DID BELOW. THE TOP IS WHAT I IMAGINED THE COLOR AND THE STYLE OF THE DRESS TO BE ON VAL

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