Starry eyes

I

Gwyn's large teal eyes were directly on him.

"What in the cauldron are you doing?" She asked, with a smile on her face.

The him in question, Azriel, was trying to do the simple dance moves that she was teaching him. Gwyn had learned them directly from Nesta for the big party tonight for Nyx's first birthday.

The party was going to be filled with various people from Velaris, a few friends from the other courts and the inner circle. Everyone was so happy for the new prince and heir to the throne of the Night Court. Since the war, such good news had been rare. People were in debt, traumatized and sad. The birth of a new royal member was an event to be remembered for centuries. Gwyn was so happy when Nesta invited Emerie and her.

She cried in front of her dear friends for almost 30 minutes. She was that content. She is now capable of being out in public more, out of the library, and she felt free. And happy.

And now, slowly but surely, she felt the comforting knowledge that she had a male friend. After all the trauma that she experienced years ago, she finally accepted what happened. She was a strong independent woman. Who did what made her feel free.

"You just... move weird Az... I don't know what to say to you" Gwyn cringed.

The shadows behind Azriel were playful and liked the attention. He slowly but surely turned his stare on her.

His pretty hazel stare. Which was filled with honey crumbs and firewood. He was freer too, these days. His gaze was enough; she felt his loving embrace in it. He finally discovered his identity, and been able to recognize his feelings

Lately, people have called him just the angel. Not angel of death. Still, they recognized his true talent, which was being one of the most powerful Illyrians ever. He still carried that weight but became even more true to himself. He was really glowing.

Even so, before everything, he has still a good impression on people.

But now, everyone liked him. At first, Gwyn did not really recognize the expense of that promise. She saw at least twenty women giggling exiting the house linked to the library.
It was okay, because she knew that he needed to share his new personality to the world. And needed... That. Like any other human. She really was okay with that.

But he still did not know how to dance. Even after all those centuries at royal courts.
She did not know quite why. It was weird. But now she understood. It was because he was so bad.

Honestly, he was kind of cute trying to dance, his limbs are tangled up. He always moved so prettily and elegantly, that she was sure that he was good. Nesta and Mor laughed at her head when she said that and left. So, she never understood.

"Stop being mean" Azriel groaned. He was not angry, just wanted to really be himself with Gwyn. Always being honest, and sweet.

"I may not be the best, but I am not the worst. Also, when I drink a certain amount of alcohol, I dance so sexily people are scared. So, I try just not to dance. As simple as that" Azriel smiled a little at her, while stretching.

Gwyn laughed. God, he was perfect.
Flipped her chestnut hair away, she said: "Fine, let's learn another dance if you want to" She stuck her tongue out, trying to tease Azriel. She loved teasing Az.
"Perfect I could not be happier" he responded, smirking.

Let the game begin.

-

Gwyn was trying her dress on, the one she would wear to the party tonight. She tried to pick one of hers that was more revealing, more herself. But it was difficult. Because she was a priestess after all, they did not allow scandalous clothing.

The ones worned in the rest of Velaris were flirtier, and free. The selection was amazing. Gwyn always loved clothes and particularly making them.
Sighing, she went straight to the one option. She had to wear one of her many "dress", even though it was very flowy and not party like.

She re-assured herself that no one was going to judge her because they knew her. Why she was wearing what she was wearing.

They knew that her trauma made her who she is now.
That she had a good reason. Also, they were all very respectful of religious influence, and they thanked them for that. The High Lord and his inner circle were amazing. Gwyn was thankful that she met her true friends, Nesta and Emerie. They helped her achieve this level of self-esteem that honestly saved her life. She could be thankful enough.

Suddenly, a loud package appeared on her bed.
Surprised, she inspected it. It was blue, and in a teal ribbon. Gwyn's favorite colors. She blinked and opened it. It was all white inside, and soft. A note was on the light paper:

I thought you might need this for tonight! Xo Morrigan

A beautiful dress was in front of her. A dress made of fine silk, and in a fresh cream color, with a few silver sparkles. It was simple, and elegant with the hanging cloth between the breast and on the shoulder. A simple veil and train were on the shoulders and falling on the floor, to make it more conservative It was simply beautiful.

Trying the dress on, she was amazed. Her body looked amazing, and her curves showing enough, but not too much. She loved it.
She curled her long hair a little bit more flowy.

She then put little white flowers in her hair. They were minuscule, but a simple modern touch on the tradition of a priestess like her.
Finally, she put on her favorite rings, with her pearl earrings. She looked ravishing. Like a pure jewel. Her beauty was emerging from everywhere.

Ready to go, she mentally encouraged herself; she was amazing, wonderful, and pretty. It was her time to finally shine.

-

"Where is she" Azriel asked, at no one in particular.

He met with Rhysand and his mate, with Cassian and his mate. These words were still weird to think about. His two brothers were mated for life. And he was the one left alone. The only one without a mate.
People seemed to finally pressure him, and he started to feel it.

He was still sad at night from time to time. But it was okay. He was still so happy for his brothers. Their joy was the only important thing, including the joy of Morrigan and Armen.

After all these years, they were a real family. Azriel finally realized after a serious talk with Morrigan that she was not the one, and he understood it.
He supported her in her sexuality and was proud. Really proud. And...

Abruptly, a soft sound of fabrics filled the air. Azriel's shadows screamed at him to turn around.
And he did...

Gwyn was there, on the stairs, looking so beautiful. His breath was suddenly short, his heart beating fast.

He had not realized yet how pretty she was. How amazingly pretty she was. She made the other female high faes pale in comparison.

She gently walked down the stairs and came a little higher than Azriel's height, looking into his gentle hazel gaze.

"I thought I would dress more... In official Velaris the dress code"

She scented the shift in both their scents, noticing the flushed face of Azriel. Her body warming up under his curious eyes.

Well... She did not expect that.

And he did not either.

Notes:

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Inspired song : Starry eyes - Cigarettes After Sex