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𝔾𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕤 & 𝔾𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥





𝔾𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕤 & 𝔾𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥

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After another morning with her family and non-stop thoughts about Azriel, she started to get ready for her daily training with a smile on her face thinking of what today may bring.

She has been waiting outside of the training room once again, leaning against the heavy wooden door, she was going through the dreams she has had recently the only thing in common with all of them was blood, something that absolutley terrified Kallista, and she often wakes up startled from the premonitions in her mind.

But the most thing she's terrified about is that in every one of the scenes there's at least one person that she knows.





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The shadowsinger has been thinking about this since last night.

Maybe he should just tell Kallista, that he is currently in love with someone else.

But you haven't been thinking about Mor at all, have you?

Azriel rolled his eyes, it was almost as if he's shadows where rooting for Kallista, but analyzing what they just said, it's true, the past days he hasn't even thought about Mor once, all day long his head has been filled with Kallista and her beautiful being.

And he didn't know what to do about it.

He wasn't ready to commit to a whole other woman after being smitten with Mor for centuries now.

Does your only argument is Mor?

He rolled his eyes again, grabbing the dagger in his hands for Kallista, and once again the whispers were right, his only argument for not wanting to be with Kallista was Mor and his years old love for her. He sighs and stops at the balcony of the house of wind, he looks down at the wrapped dagger in his hands, does he want Kallista?

She does make him laugh very frequently something he rarely does except with his brothers, he is never bored with her, she does all the talking for the both of them after all- he grins at the memory of her babbling about her pranks she has planned for her brother while they were training- hearing her laugh is like the most beautiful symphony he has ever heard and just watching her is like a breath of fresh air.

Fuck

Maybe he does want Kallista.





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Hearing footsteps nearing her, she snapped out of her day dream and turned her head to the sound. Her eyes catched the bulky frame of her mate, his leathery wings never touching the floor and his steps firm and heavy.

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