A Court of Fanfictions: Azriel

Chapter 8

I didn't know how to dress.

So to say that I'm thankful that Mor showed up to help me was an understatement.

I truly liked her, Mor. She was funny and nice and endearing. She chose a red gown for me to wear, herself wearing a red one, too. Hers had sparkles and had much more missing pieces. She had a deep line down to just above her button on her abdomen, and the back stopped just above her tail line.

Mine, though, hugged my waist tight. In the few weeks I had been here, I'd slowly started gaining my weight back, starting with my breasts. They had always been large, my sister being sure to tell me her disdain for it when we were children. The gown made my breasts look good, and there was a slit up it almost to my hip that exposed my leg. Mor helped me make my hair into ringlets, teaching me while we drank wine and discussed...everything. It was as if we couldn't stop talking.

"Tell me something honest, though," she requested, taking a swig of her bottle as she lay on the couch. I nodded and swigged my own. "Carry on," I assured her, searching for a pair of shoes to wear.

"With Azriel...." She said. I waited for her to continue, but she didn't. So I turned to face her.

"Yes?" I asked. She sighed, fumbling with the label on the wine. "I know this is dumb, but...Azriel and I have known each other since we were kids. He used to...really be in love with me. Really in love, for years. And I was hurting him. The entire time. But I couldn't stop, I couldn't tell him to stop loving me. And then one day, he just did. He stopped."

I peered at her as she spoke, unsure of what to say. Mor and Azriel? Azriel was in love with her? I can't blame him, I suppose.

She took a swig of her bottle and looked at me.

"I just want to...make sure you wouldn't do that... to him," she said.

Wow. I guess everyone or someone has noticed our flirtatious glances, the way we go out of each other's way to see each other, and our subtle grins.

Or not so subtle I guess.

"I...I'm not."

She nodded at me.

I nodded at her.

And I reached the tip of my wine bottle out to her. Her smile was so big and bright, it could've been mistaken for the sun.

Our bottles clanged together, and she smiled. "I fucking knew I'd like you."

•••

Almost an entire hour later, Mor finally winnowed us to Velaris, after we launched ourselves off the edge. We couldn't stop laughing. We were half-drunk, and we were having the best time.

I, originally, had almost left the house with two different shoes. I go on and change my shoes out to a matching pair. Then, we finally started to winnow, and I lose one of them. We laughed because we still haven't found it. So we had to return to change my shoes. Well, I go to change my shoes and fall. Mor laughed at me then tried to help me up, and she fell, too.

It was hilarious.

So now, here we are, half-drunk and totally happy, walking arms linked down the street to Rita's.

"The rest of them are going to be such asses because we're late," Mor laughed. I shrugged. "Who cares? They're just jealous because we're their only fun!" I joked. She giggled and gripped my arm tighter. "You're right! You're totally right!" She agreed with a bright smile.

She led me to a door that had a very large high Fae man next to it. He smiled at Mor. "Rofos, meet my friend, Kortnee. She'll be with us a lot," she smiled. He nodded, smiling back to reveal perfect teeth. "Nice to meet you, Kortnee." "You too," I flashed a smile at him.