𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐 || 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

"Tamlin!" A voice greets, the High Lord of the Spring Court looks over to see his friend and helper of his home, Eris Vanserra.

"Eris," Tamlin smiles at his friend before looking to see the male beside the other High Lord. "Azriel." He hums.

The spymaster only nods, his wing coming around Eris in a protective manner, shadows swarming around the Autumn Fae's wrists.

"It's good to see you." The blond male adds. "And, thank you so much for the help, Eris." He grabs his friends hands when Azriel steps closer, a warning look on his face.

Eris sends his lover a warning glance of his own before taking Tamlin's hands into his own. "It's the least I could do, Tam." He smiles back. "Have Lucien, Jurian, and Vassa arrived yet? Do you need anymore help setting anything up?"

"A little help would be nice..." Tamlin admits, a light tint of pink brushing his cheeks from embarrassment "And no, they're not here yet." He confirms.

The first High Lord of the Autumn Court nods, "What do you need help with?" Eris hums.

"Some decorations, could you light the bonfires?" The blond asks.

"Of course." Eris smiles and intertwines his fingers with Azriel's before pulling the Shadowsinger to one of the large stacks of wood.

Once they have arrived by the logs, Eris places his hands on it and watches it set, Azriel pulls back from the crackling.

"Are you sure you'll be alright here, Az?" Eris' features shift into a worried expression. "There will be a lot of fire."

The spymaster steps closer, cupping one of his mates cheeks. "I'll be fine."

The first Autumn Fae's face deadpans. "Are you certain?"

"I am second High Lord of the Autumn Court with you, princess, I can handle a little fire." Azriel teases before pecking his mates temple.

"High Lord?" A voice speaks, both heads turn to see the Band of Exiles, Jurian continues. "Two in the same Court?"

"The Night can have a High Lady, I want another High Lord." Eris retorts, a small smirk on his face now.

"And what do your people think about this?" The resurrected man raises his eyebrow.

"I don't care what they think of it, they will answer to their other High Lord." The Autumn Fae then looks to Azriel, he remains silent. "Plus, he's stronger than them."

"Eris." Azriel says.

"Hm?" He hums, looking over his shoulder, Azriel motions him away. "Fine, brute." Eris groans, looking at his brother. "Have fun." He smirks, teasingly before disappearing into the shadows with the spymaster.

When the two reappear they are somewhere far away from the main gathering, Eris quickly realized they were by the edge of the Spring Court, boarding the Autumn.

"We're not going home yet, Az. I still have to do my part in the ceremony." Eris crosses his arms.

"I know." Azriel hums, cupping his mates jaw before kissing his neck, biting and sucking fresh, red love bites. "I just want to make sure others know you're taken when you're up there." He purrs.

"And how do you plan to do that, Az?" Eris whimpers at the touch of his lover, moaning as he bites down on the soft spot between his throat and shoulder.

"By marking you." The spymaster wraps them in shadows before littering Eris' torso and neck with hickeys.

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