𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

"Do you think it would be helpful if Cass and I thought you some Illyrian techniques, princess?" Azriel asks as he walks over to the new High Lord of the Autumn Court.

"I don't need that brutes help!" Eris crosses his arms, flexing out his draconic wings before falling back down on the bed, unable to support the extra weight now put onto his smaller build. "I hate these things. Ask your other brother how he hides his."

"He just glamours them," The Shadowsinger hums and sits beside the Autumn Fae on their overly large bed. "Rhys still feels them, carries the weight." He chuckles.

"Do not laugh." Eris crosses his arms, shadows swarming around his wrists before caressing his cheek, gently stroking the area before the High Lord swats them away.

"I'm not, my love." Azriel leans down and kisses the spot where the shadows once were. "Can you stand with them yet?"

"No. I don't have enough muscle." The Autumn Fae groans, Azriel only chuckles again, offering his hand to his mate.

Eris sighs but takes the help, nearly falling into his lovers arm from the weight on his spine. "Fucking hell." He groans, his own hands tightly on Azriel's large biceps.

"You'll get use to them soon, princess, I promise. Though..." The spymaster of the Night Court smirks.

"Not happening!" The High Lord interrupts. "I don't like Illyria. There are to many eyes." Eris crosses his arms, Azriel catches his mate as he begins to stumble again.

"Why can't I get rid of them?" The Autumn Fae groans. "It's not like they're really apart of me." He emphasizes by grabbing onto the sagging, heavy draconic wings.

"And how would you do that, my love?" Azriel raises his eyebrow.

"Cut them." Eris shrugs.

The Shadowsinger halts entirely, his hands instantly move to the High Lord's hips, gripping them tightly. "No. I will not allow that, Eris." He snaps.

The Autumn Fae hesitates before nodding. "I don't like them, Az."

"I understand, princess..." Azriel sighs, resting his forehead upon Eris' own. "It's just... a big conflict at the Night Court, wings and such... I would never want you to lose such a beautiful thing." The Shadowsinger kisses his mates cheek before going to his jaw and collarbone.

"Uh-uh." Eris smirks. "Not now." He cups Azriel's cheek to be met with a small glare.

"Help me... learn how to deal with them." The High Lord of the Autumn Court says.

The Shadowsinger nods in return. "Well, the only reason they're here is because you can't full control your High Lord powers," Eris hums in agreement. "But, you won't be able to until you figure out these wings. Once you do, they'll most likely go away." Azriel concludes.

"So I have to learn how to deal with them just for them to go away?" Eris groans with a pout.

The spymaster only laughs. "Unfortunately, my love." He moves his scarred hand to Eris' lower back, steadying him before shadow walking them.

Once the pair reappears they are in the Night Court, Eris picked it up instantly, however, they were not in Illyria, thankfully, no, they were now in a area hidden by mountains, the ocean crashing against the sand they stood on, when Eris looks to his left he spots a small cabin, he looks back to his mate and raises his eyebrow.

"Cass has had this cabin for centuries, he gave it to me when he moved into the House of Wind with Nesta." Azriel explains before some of his shadows disappear, Eris instantly notices.