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If you find that Azriel’s POV was “badly written” or “out of character”, I have bad news for you, I fear.

This is the very first time we’re inside his head, so this is the first time we know what he actually thinks. Nothing is more “in character” with Azriel than his POV, especially when he’s been written by the very same author who created him. There is nothing more unequivocally Azriel than his bonus chapter. That’s who he really is. Everything you know from before is just a front, a mask.

So maybe, just maybe, you thought you knew him because you’ve been interpreting his character poorly and now you find his actual/real thoughts don’t fit the version of Azriel that’s in your head, and that’s why you call his POV “out of character” or “poorly written”.

Me, personally, I love Azriel as he is. And I was glad to finally get his PoV.

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The fact that some people think Sarah will write a book starting with a regifted necklace is surprising. She could have chosen to show that Azriel bought a gift specifically for Gwyn, but she didn’t, because she doesn’t care about gwynriel relationship romantically.

And, It’s not just any necklace; it’s Elain’s necklace. it’s the necklace of the woman he’s thinking about 24/7.That gesture was anything but romantic; it was just Azriel wanting to get rid of the necklace. (He didn’t even care if she If she got it or if Clotho gave it to someone else.)

Even Cassian buying winter gear from Emerie’s shop because he noticed that it seemed like no one came to her shop is more romantic than Azriel who doesn’t care if Gwyn got that necklace that he chose for Elain.

I will never understand people who think that regifted necklace was the romantic gesture of the century.

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Azriel’s shadows didn’t recognize that Gwyn was his mate

Azriel’s shadows recognized that Gwyn was a lightsinger.

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I think the most unexpected and funniest thing to come out of ACOSF was finding out that Azriel is indeed the ravishing type.

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Bro if SJM wanted her "fated mates" together, then she would've written Elain & Lucien like she writes all her ignore-banter-near kiss-avoid fated mates.

If SJM wanted her "fated mates" together - she wouldn't have gone on the Today show and talked about REJECTING A MATING BOND.

If SJM wanted her "fated mates" together, she wouldn't have even introduced the concept of a rejected mating bond - while talking about Elain & Lucien (and Azriel), no less.

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I want two boyfriends-

and I want the boyfriends to be boyfriends-

and I want to be their girlfriend

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“…you and I … Oh, we’d have fun, wouldn’t we?”

Elain’s desire to explore the continent with Feyre feels like the sweetest step toward healing and reconnecting. I love this moment for them.

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I am pretty open on ships and consider myself a multi shipper. But, every time I see people ship Elain and Tamlin, I get the ick.

Do these people not have sisters? Are they into the taboo nature of Elain going after her sisters' ex? I don't want to know. As someone who has a sister close in age, the whole scenario creeps me out.

This doesn't even touch on the fact that Tamlin was pretty terrible to Feyre and quite literally responsible for Elain and Nesta losing their humanity. Not to mention, Lucien is Elain's mate. It would be a huge betrayal for Tamlin to even pursue Elain.

The whole premise for the ship is just... lazy. The only foundation for it is that Elain likes flowers and is loosely associated with spring. Which BTW, Elain is referred to as like spring because she represents life, rebirth, hints to her powers, etc. and not the literal season. I swear they only ship them because they want to redeem Tamlin and punish Elain.

Listen, I consider myself pretty chill when when it comes to really dumb takes. Like even if it's the most ridiculous take, I usually try to just go 'whatever, this is silly' and move on.

But please. For the love of God and all that is holy--stop arguing that SJM will write an 800 page novel about TAMLIN. And Elain. TAMLIN.

No, Rhysand didn't daemati 12 different people while in Hybern to cover up Tamlin's and Elain's bond.

No, Tamlin did not shape shift into Lucien in Hybern so he could get the bond with Elain.

Please.

Love of gardening, which btw, existed before there were any ideas about the sisters' books, does not equate a Tamlin x Elain romance, mating, marriage, whatever.

Sometimes, honestly, I can't handle the dumbness. Please make it stop.

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Elriel 💙🌸

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Cassian: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate or manwhore our way out of this one guys…

Azriel: Manslaughter it is then. 

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just some late night thinking about how azriel does not play when it comes to elain <3

“At least you’re honest.” Azriel smirked. “You and Nesta are wanted down there.”

“Because of the shit with Elain?”

Azriel stilled. “What happened to Elain?”

Cassian waved a hand. “A fight with Nesta. Don’t bring it up,” he warned when Azriel’s eyes darkened. Cassian blew out a breath. “I take that as a no regarding the meeting topic, then.”

and:

“Azriel stiffened, an outright sign of temper from him as he said quietly, “There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.”

azriel being protective of elain and caring for her wellbeing even when she’s not around or aware it’s happening just shows how much he cares for her.. especially because he believes he will get nothing out of it and yet he does it anyway… sigh. I cannot wait for their book

and a bonus: amren addressing cassian while talking about Nesta and then addressing azriel while talking about elain

“Amren drained her wine and said to Cassian, “Nesta has a week. One more week to find the Trove with her own methods. Then we seek out other routes.” She threw a nod toward Azriel. “Including Elain, who is more than capable of defending herself against the darkness of the Trove, if she chooses to. Don’t underestimate her.”

they’re just so <333

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Rhysand: Azriel, Nesta and I would kill for you.

Elain: I know, Rhys.

Nesta: You just tell us who, and we’ll do it.

Elain: … okay.

Azriel, showing him a photo of Graysen; seriously, Elain. Anyone, just give a name.

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i was a huge fan of elain being weird in acowar and i think she should’ve continued to be. she’s the equivalent of a prophet - she should be drawing on the walls in her sleep, hearing voices, and going nonverbal and catatonic at the slightest provocation. and just generally making people uncomfortable.

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“Yes" Elain breathed, like she read the decision. Just this taste in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them.  Azriel's hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain's mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut.   Offer and permission.   He nearly groaned with relief and need as he lowered his head toward hers. 

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How Elain feels about Lucien vs Azriel:

Lucien:

As Lucien took off his jacket, kneeling before Elain. She cringed away from the coat, from him-

Azriel:

Azriel knelt before her.. gently removed the gag from her mouth. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head, devouring the sight of him as if not quite believing it. “You came for me.”  Azriel scooped up Elain, looping her bound arms around his neck. “Hold tight,” he ordered her, “and don’t make a sound.” Elain glanced between us, but did not tremble. Did not cringe.

Lucien: 

It was the most uncomfortable thirty minutes I could recall. Lucien and Elain sat in stilted silence. Elain had picked up the teacup, and now sipped from it without so much as looking toward him.

Azriel:

Elain sat silently at one of the wrought-iron tables, a cup of tea before her. Azriel was sprawled on the chaise lounge across the gray stones, sunning his wings and reading what looked to be a stack of reports. Already dressed for the Hewn City—the brutal, beautiful armor so at odds with the lovely garden. And my sister within it.

Lucien:

She just ignored him or barely spoke to him until he got the hint and left.

Azriel: 

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.

Lucien:

And whether she cared about the bruises on his face, she certainly hadn’t let on.

Azriel:

“It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.” 

Lucien:

I nudged Elain, who blinked at me, then blurted, “You could come to Velaris.” “You’re welcome to stay for the night,” I said, since Elain certainly wasn’t going to. Lucien lowered his hands into his lap and leaned back in the armchair. “Thank you, but I have other plans.” I prayed he didn’t catch the slightly relieved glimmer on Elain’s face. “I don’t think she’ll tolerate two minutes alone with me.” “He brought you a present.” Those doe-brown eyes turned toward me. Sharper than I’d ever seen them. “And that entitles him to my time, my affections?”

Azriel: 

“I can help her,” said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose. No shadows at his ear, no darkness ringing his fingers as he extended a hand. Nesta monitored him like a hawk, but kept silent as Elain took his hand, and out they went. It was three by the time the others went to bed. Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans she’d sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house, using the seeds and tools my family had given her tonight.

Lucien:

My sister rose to her feet. “I should get refreshments.” Lucien rose as well. “No need to trouble yourself. I’m- ” But she was already out of the room.

Azriel:

"I should go," Elain said, but made no move to leave.  

Lucien:

Her brown eyes were wary. Usually, that look was reserved for Lucien.

Azriel:

She looked up at him, her face so trusting and hopeful and open.

Lucien:

Though the male had brought a gift for Feyre and one for his mate, who barely thanked him after opening the pearl earrings. Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing. Elain only shrank further into herself, no trace of that newfound boldness to be seen.

Azriel:

He set her down gently on the foyer carpet, having carried her in through the front door. Azriel smiled faintly. “Would you like me to show you the garden?” But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded—just once. Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.” “It's beautiful," she whispered, lifting it from the box. The golden faelight shone through the little glass facets, setting the charm glowing with hues of red and pink and white. Azriel let his shadows whisk away the box as she said softly, "Put it on me?" 

Elain's actions, words, and body language make it clear to me that Azriel is the one she has strong feelings for. Feelings that she simply can't hide.

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Elain rasped, “Nice to meet you,” before hustling after her, the silk skirts of her cobalt dress whispering over the parquet floor.

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✨🌸 For the last day of @azrielappreciationweek , we’re celebrating a moment so rare and beautiful—laughter. In this piece, Elain and Azriel share a genuine, joyous laugh that seems to light up every shadow.

Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed. I’d never heard such a sound, deep and joyous. Cassian and Rhys joined him, the former grabbing the glass bottle from Azriel’s hand and examining it. “Brilliant,” Cassian said. Elain smiled again, ducking her head. Azriel mastered himself enough to say, “Thank you.” I’d never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. “This will be invaluable.”

🦇🌸Elain and Azriel’s relationship is already woven with these small, joyful moments, hints of a deeper connection that’s growing. I can’t wait for their story to unfold even more, to see them discover new sides of each other.

Thank you @windbyfire for capturing this rare happiness between them so beautifully. 🖤🌸

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