Gwyn stilled, and even Emeries' arms slacked a little from where they were wrapped around her. She shouldn't have been surprised, shouldn't have felt so disappointed upon hearing this. It was Mor – a woman of such great beauty – after all. But alas, she was surprised, and as her heart tightened, the sadness crept over her.
"Oh." Was all she said, dropping her gaze down to the bedsheets.
"I'm sorry Gwyn." Nesta whispered, positioning her body so that she sat cross-legged on the bed, then gently pulling Gwyn's head on her lap, so she could begin stroking through her copper hair. "If it helps, I really will shove Ataraxia up Az's asshole."
Gwyn didn't laugh, the comment only reminding her of her and Azriel's inside joke on his ass, washing a further wave of misery over her at the memory.
"Wait-" Emerie began. "If Azriel is in love with Mor, does she love him back?"
Nesta shrugged. "I don't know, I'm not that close to Mor. I asked Cass about it one night in bed, he just said Azriel had been pining over Mor for centuries. So, I guess... if Mor loved him back, it would have happened by now?"
"Wait, he's been pining over Mor for that long? Really?" Gwyn asked, silently thinking of how typical of a thing it was for Azriel to do.
"Hmm. Sometimes Cass grumbles about being a 'buffer' – he calls it – between them, for all this time. I think he's getting more and more fed up of it, honestly."
"Then why does he do it?"
"He loves them. It's Cass, he'll do anything for the people he loves." Nesta said, smiling softly at the thought of her mate. "And – you can't tell anyone this – but, I think he feels guilty... I always knew he and Mor had some sort of history, but he admitted to me that they slept together once – drunk, I think, when they were younger."
"Shit." Emerie muttered. "But, that must mean that Mor doesn't love Az, right?"
"I guess." Nesta muttered, still running her fingers through Gwyn's hair.
"Ah." Emerie replied, and Gwyn looked up to see a slight smile of satisfaction upon her face.
"You seem especially happy about that, Em." Gwyn quipped.
Emerie's gaze snapped upwards. "What? No."
A smirk grew on Gwyn's face then, and as she sat up she noted Nesta wearing the exact same look.
"I fucking knew it." Nesta said, as Gwyn let out a squeal, throwing her arms around Emerie's neck.
"You love Mor!" Gwyn exclaimed, suddenly happy again, giddy even.
"I don't love Mor." Emerie said, though Gwyn knew there was a smile on her sister's face, even if she couldn't see it as of now. She pulled back from the hug, and raised a brow.
Emerie blushed, glancing away. "I might like her though. Like- a lot."
"Of course you do, you think we haven't noticed your stares, and blushes in training?" Nesta said, smiling. "Why do you think we always make you partner with her?"
"Wait- you knew?" Emerie asked, gaping.
"Of course we did, you're our sister. And like Nesta said, it was pretty obvious." Gwyn mused. "We didn't want to push you, though."
"So- so, you don't think... differently of me?" Emerie asked, eyes full of emotion. "For wanting a female?"
"Don't be silly, Em. We love you – always." Nesta said, wrapping an arm around her, and Gwyn scooted over slightly so she could – yet again – join the hug.
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The Symphony of Shadow
FanfictionGwyn took a step closer, leaning to whisper in his ear. "You don't get to tell me what to do." She whispered, sending a chill down his spine. "Are you going to find some other man to prove a point then?" "How would you feel if I did?" "Answer the qu...
