𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧

"Well I don't like this any better, little lord." Cassian snaps, his eyes narrow at Eris' complaints.

"This is outrageous! Just because I am your ally doesn't mean I have to go on pointless missions with the two of you." He says the word 'you' as if he was disgusted, Eris was.

Azriel's shadows swarm around Eris' arms, tightly around his wrists. The High Lord of the Autumn Court glares at them but they remain put.

"Control your beasts, Shadowsinger." Eris snaps, Azriel only rolls his eyes.

"We're almost there, calm down, princess."

Eris glares at the man, the nickname calling was deemed unacceptable.

The trio continues to walk in the cold Winter Court breeze, it felt as if needles were being poked against their flesh with every movement, well, for the Illyrians. The fire magic that Eris possessed made it easier for him to move in the harsh weather conditions.

He notices Azriel and Cassian step closer to him when the breeze becomes even worse than before. "You Illyrian dogs can't handle the cold, hm?" Eris teases.

"Oh shut up, Vanserra." Cassian snaps back. "Keep walking." He slaps his hand against the High Lord's back, Eris whips his head over his shoulder and raises his fist when the shadows prevent him from doing damage.

Cassian smirks.

Eris scoffs and continues to walk, he mumbles something along the lines of 'Illyrian brutes' as they stroll through the snow.

A few minutes later, twenty five to be exact, they reach the inn. The building was oddly beautiful, dark oak walls up to ten feet tall, large windows with steel metal accents, light blue faelights covering the outside, illuminating the surrounding snow.

"Wow." Cassian states before stepping ahead the other two and pushing open the door, he holds it open, Eris only scoffs as he walks inside, instantly engulfed by the heat, the two Illyrians follow in suit.

Eris walks over to the innkeeper and requests a room, Azriel and Cassian follow him again.

"There is only one room, I'm so sorry, sirs." The innkeeper explains, he grabs the key to the room and hands it to Eris.

Eris glares at the man and Cassian slaps his arm again.

"Relax, firecracker. Scared to stay with us?" The Lord of Bloodshed teases.

"Whatever."

The three make their way to the room, Eris unlocks the door and pushes it open, the sight he sees only enraged him further.

"Oh for fucks sake! I'm not sharing a bed with either of you!" The High Lord exclaims. "It's bad enough to even be by you two, but to be in touching distance?" Eris glares.

Azriel shuts the door behind him after Cassian steps inside. "We can't sleep on the floor, our wings will be harmed by the floor." He motions to the obviously standing out splinters that litter the dark oak floor.

"I don't care. I'm not sleeping on the floor or sharing with you!" Eris retorts, Azriel's shadows tighten on his wrists. "And get your beasts off me! I shouldn't have to tell you twice!"

Cassian glares right back, he grabs Eris again, this time both of his hands and pins them behind the High Lord's back.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Eris snaps.

"You want to be such a brat? You'll be treated as such. Get in time out, lordling." The Illyrian smirks.

"Cass." Azriel warns.