𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 || 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

Once Rhys left the store and came outside, the cold, harsh winds of winter blow against his face, causing a shiver to roll down his spine.

"Cold?" Rhys turns his head to meet Eris' eyes, burning and bright, Autumn.

"Barely." The High Lord of the Night Court retorts.

Eris only chuckles and walks over, Rhys spots two large bags in his right hand before his left touches his arm, in under a second his body is being filled with the Autumn Court's warmth.

"Better?" He teases.

Rhys rolls his eyes but nods. "Thank you."

A rare smile crosses Eris' features, he nods back. "Do you know where Az is?"

"Az?" The High Lord looks baffled by the nickname calling, the last he heard they were still at each other's throat.

"Yes, Azriel, my mate, where is your brother?" Eris crosses his arms.

"Mate?" If Rhys could look anymore shocked his eyes would pop out of his skull. "N-No, I haven't seen him, Eris."

"You can mind communicate." The High Lord of the Autumn Court's face deadpans. "So ask that way for me?"

Rhys nods. 'Az? Where are you?'

After a few moments pass, Azriel responds. 'I'm somewhere.' Rhys could hear him pant through the odd form of communication. 'Why do you ask?'

'Well, your mate would like to know where you are.' Rhys sends him an image of him crossing his arms, as if asking why he didn't tell him sooner, after all, they were siblings.

'T-Tell him to stay put, I'll be there soon.' Azriel states before cutting off the communication stream.

"He said to stay put and that he is on his way." Rhys says after looking back to Eris.

"Thanks." The other High Lord says before shadows swarm behind Eris' back.

Dark wings flare out before one wrap around the Autumn fae, Eris stumbles back, Azriel's chest hitting his spine.

"Couldn't have talked directly to me?" Azriel states, his mouth by his mates neck as he slouches.

"Oops." Eris smirks.

Rhys scans over the two men, shockingly, he didn't feel any resentment towards Eris, the tension has long gone after Eris and Morrigan explained the incident. In fact, Rhysand even smiled at the sight, his brother was finally happy, however, something that caught him off guard were the tiny hand prints on Azriel's wings, they were towards the bottom and were a bright purple color, it was obviously paint. But whose hand could it be?

"Apologizes, Rhys." Azriel looks over to his High Lord before kissing Eris' cheek before whispering something in his ear, "You are going to pay for that later, princess."

Once the other High Lord is gone Azriel shadow walks them to the Autumn Palace, Eris is quickly pushed against the bed, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Azriel's large, scarred hands.

"You just had to go and tell Rhys, hm? Couldn't wait until I said it to my own brother?" Azriel uses his other hand and his shadows to strip the Autumn's High Lord of his clothes.

"You were taking too long." Eris rolls his eyes. "Besides, he was right there!"

Azriel leans down when he halts, he sniffs in his mates scent that is now tainted with the strong scent of Rhysand.

"You touched him?" The Shadowsinger growls.

"He was shivering." Eris explains but when Azriel's nose brushes against his own he shuts his mouth.