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She fell in love with time at twenty, merely a year after joining the Uvralis Sanctum. Realised that it had soothed her into forgetting grief when her papa’s heart had given away and when her mother’s had withered slowly after from heartbreak.
And she’d been enamoured with the marks it had left on her skin, each faint wrinkle and freckle was a kiss or a touch it had grazed on her face as it passed.
All the lives she had lived were those others had written for her to read. And it was good enough for her. It truly was.
So seen
placing his glasses back on and reaching for a few scriptures.
Your mistress said you’d be a shadow, not the whole damn sun.”
she watched his fingers adorned with silver rings remain still,
The more ignorant one is, the more faithful they remain. You can question less when you know very little.”
“Far is every place that is not home.”
“And you look like you’ve not had a single good day in your life, but since we’ve met, not once have I thought you’re about to cry on my shoulder.”
Lmao
“And you’re presuming wrong in thinking only sending me is not sufficient.”
Phew
“You’re impossible to ignore,” he said, and Winter’s pulse grew faster.
Much rather you remain where I can see you.”
“Are they so fragile that me mocking them would bother you?”
“Someone has to,” she said quietly,
It had been less than five minutes since Winter had left the library, but Azriel had kept glancing towards the doors at least a dozen times. She’d not told him she was about to leave or where she was going, and he was wondering if she’d left because of something he’d said to her.
Azriel disliked anything sweet, but she’d not told him that she thought he liked something sweet, she’d told him he needed it.
and Azriel considered discharging her of it entirely, so she could continue looking at the rain with the wonder he did not think rain deserved.
I already am so down for them
Azriel took a glimpse and then frowned at himself, wondering why that bothered him.
Azriel felt the sudden urge to pull it from between her teeth and dig his own on it.
He wanted his mouth there next, on her slender throat.
seeming to forget to soften his voice around her like he usually did. It frightened her, it made her wince and flinch, and he did not like that either.
“I know how to fight off death,” he said, rising from his seat and pushing his glasses back with a finger. “What I am looking for is a reason as to why I should do so.”
“Just because things can be worse than they are does not mean they are not already bad enough. And no, I doubt Death would enjoy a sob story.”
Azriel barely managed to focus on her words, too entranced by the way she was holding him and how she felt against his skin.
“Careful, Winter. That gullibility is almost charming. No one would want to charm a man like me.”
Eeeeeeee
He was going to tell her. He swore it. Instead, he said, “I see.” And then, not very patiently, he waited for that half an hour to pass so she could change it.
There was no distance where one had ever been safe from him.
So, she’d had him followed. Had she also seen who he’d visited last night? Who he’d watched sleep?
Azriel went back to his books and pushed his glasses back. “Why would you apologise? Perhaps I like being haunted.”
The glasses r so hot
“Don’t shrug ever again.”
He stared. At her. At her eyes. Her lips. Mostly there.
“I’d give you a head start.” “It is a nightmare, Azriel.” “A good one.” She narrowed her eyes on him. “You want to hear me scream and shiver from fear, don’t you?” “I do,” he said, standing and heading towards the upper floor. “Just not from fear.”
Phewwwww
“Are you trying to please me, Winter?”
BITCHHHH
She frowned at him, and he liked that a lot.
“You can always join me if you can’t.”
Oh!!!
All but five minutes later, he stood and dropped on the seat right next to hers. He’d surprised himself more than her. For reasons still unbeknownst to him, he sought her closeness.
I love them
A pretty one at that.
To be left here with answers that you are nothing, were nothing, and will be nothing for an eternity is worse than what we have to face after death.”
He couldn’t see her cry—not her.
looked like she still somehow had found comfort in him. Azriel crouched down to her, pinching a strand of red hair between his fingers.
someone who was smart enough to die before he came to learn of this.
You look pretty while sulking, too.”
“You’re presuming I’d keep you.” “You’d keep me.” He reached a hand to her face and carefully pushed a strand of hair away from her eyes.
His head lowered and his shoulders started shaking. Still somewhat baffled, Winter realised it a tiny bit too late that he was laughing. Azriel took off his glasses and rubbed hand over his eyes, grinning. “Alright, Winter, no need to go that far, I’ll apologise.”
“Thought you didn’t care for apologies.” “But you do.” He put his glasses back on and turned away from her.
“Have a break and go stay in the sun for a little while. Take your friends, too,” he said, but still held onto her hand, his thumb working back and forth over her skin, so softly and tenderly that gooseflesh chased up her arm and then all over her body.
He leaned down until his face was entirely too close to hers that she could taste his scent of vetiver and sandalwood on her tongue. “Is that so?”
KICKING AND SCREAMING
Azriel shrugged. He shrugged.
There was a pause as he stared at her, and said, “Not even a little.”
“It would change the way you look at me.”
