The Tale of Two Singers

XIII : not your love - r.a.e

After leaving Aida with the aftershocks of her two promised orgasms, Azriel went downstairs to prepare something akin to breakfast while the female washed off, again. When she was finished she put on the shirt she had worn the previous night and stole a pair of the man's boxers before joining him downstairs. Her hair was free around her head, unbound as it bounced whenever she took a step down the stairs.

When she entered the kitchen Aida realized that this might have been the first time he had actually seen her hair down and not done up, because there was a difference. He didn't comment when she walked to his beautiful island and took a seat close to the edge, he was too focused on the eggs he was scrambling.

"I expect nothing less than a feast, shadowsinger." Aida said as she stretched and yawned, a hand coming up to scratch at her scalp. She really needed to wash it.

"You sure do like to hear the sound of your own voice, don't you." He replied, throwing the eggs onto two plates, adding in a few sausages and pieces of toast with a selection of butter or jam to choose from.

"That was uncalled for," Aida said with a pout, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she stared at the plate he had just set down before her.

"You barely ate last night, make sure you finish your plate," Azriel said as he sat down next to her at the table. They both seemed to realize what he said at the same moment because while Azriel's cheeks flushed, Aida smiled brightly. He was worried about her.

Without waiting another second Aida grabbed the fork he had given her and began to eat. She hummed in satisfaction when she tasted the eggs, reaching over the table to grab the pepper. She would definitely have to let him cook for her more often, even if it was just breakfast food.

"Did I pass your test?" Azriel asked as he watched her, taking a few sips of his water.

Another one of the things he liked about her so much was that she truly did not care about how she appeared to the world, being completely and unapologetically her in every breath she took. It was hard to find people like that with his line of work, hell, it was hard to find people like that within his own family. Everything was a carefully articulated battle of wits and words, but Aida had no problems saying the first thing that came to mind at any given moment, even if the situation was wholly inappropriate.

"See for yourself," Aida said with a full mouth as she pointed her utensil at her half-eaten plate. Azriel dipped his head in thanks before continuing to eat away at his own plate. After a while he sent his shadows to grab him a few things, an official report Rhysand had him working on as well as a book of maps on the human realm. The two lapsed into silence, something Azriel wasn't sure had ever happened between them. But gods was it nice.

When she finished her plate, Aida walked it to the counter to pile a few more eggs and sausages on her plate. She didn't bother to walk back over to her seat, opting for hopping on top of his marble countertops instead. It was amusing to watch her try and fit her legs underneath herself in the small space that was provided for her, but by some miracle, she managed to make it work. As she ate she began to hum to herself, a tune that was so far back in her memory she couldn't even place it, but it was there.

Azriel took his time finishing his plate, his mind beginning to wander from his work as he watched the woman in front of him. It was odd, he realized, how little he truly knew of her. He knew she owned a restaurant, sang whenever the lights went on in the streets. He knew she grew up outside of the city, and came from a loving home. He also knew that she had an abusive ex-husband who was hell-bent on sabotaging any comfort she had ever known since she had left him. But that was it. And in retrospect, it wasn't much.