𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
: ̗̀➛ In 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 the younger twin of Feyre Archeron
has to fight through the thorns of roses just
to survive.
〔Azriel x oc〕
╰┈˚ · ° . slowburn!
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╰┈˚ · ° . THE MORNING SUN STREAMED FROM THE WINDOWS, flower embroidered curtains drawn open permitting the light to shine in my room. It was one of those mornings where there was nothing to do. A huge difference from how my life had been in the last years. Previously, I had no time to admire the view from a window or sit comfortably reading a book. I had no time to think, and maybe, I preferred that way.
Finishing the last exercise of the training circuit, I stood up, sipping from my glass full of water and drying my sweets with a towel while I looked from my window down to the back garden of the mansion. As much as I loved the peaceful view of the Spring Court, I knew it wasn't exactly how they wanted us to believe it was. Something was happening, no rules of the treaty stated the destiny of a human if they had killed any habitant of the land of Prythian. Something wasn't right.
Barging inside as it was her own chamber, Feyre, with a dead set expression marched in.
"Oh I see." I said as I examined her face. It was an expression that I used to see very much when we were little. Feyre stubbornness was one of my favorite and least favorite traits of personality. "What's with that face, Fey Fey?"
"What face?" She asked.
"You have your scheming face on. You are plotting something." Smirking as I stepped closer to her I then added with more enthusiasm "Tell me what is it."
"I have a scheming face?" Feyre asked, her nose scrunching up slightly in a very cute manner.
"Yes you do, dear sister. What is it?" I asked with a chuckle
And so she did. Her plan wasn't very detailed, but I was bored, and I wanted answers too.
"I'm in. Let's go." I told her with a nod, starting to put my boot on.
Grimacing, Feyre stopped me by grabbing my arm. "Maybe after a quick bath?" She suggested.
Rolling my eyes and letting out a scoff I told her. "I don't smell."
"You kind of do." My twins said
"I don't." I insisted. Then I sniffed my armpit. "Yeah, maybe after a bath."
