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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╰┈˚ · ° .WHATEVER TENTATIVE TRUCE WAS BUILT BETWEEN US FOUR, in the afternoon it vanished at the dinner table.
Tamlin was lounging in his usual seat, a long claw out and circling his goblet filled with sparkling wine. It paused on the lip as soon as Feyre and I entered the dining room with Lucien straight on our heels.
Tamlin slowly looked at the red-haired fae, whose face had turned grave at the sight of his friend. "We went on a hunt." Lucien said with a tight lipped smile.
"I heard," The High Lord said roughly, glancing between us three as we took our, by now, predesignated seats at the table. "And did you have fun?" Slowly, his claw sank back into his flesh.
Lucien didn't answer, leaving it to us. Coward.
I cleared my throat before answering with a nonchalant shrug. "Sort of. As always Lucian does not know when to shut his mouth." I said earning a scoff from the said male.
"Did you catch anything?" Every word passing through his lips was clipped out. Anger barely concealed behind the non removable mask on his face.
"No." Lucien gave me a pointed cough, as if urging me to say more. But I had nothing more to say.
Tamlin stared at Feyre for a long moment, then dug into his food, not all that interested in talking to anyone else.
It didn't take the emissary long to call out for the High Lord, "Tam."
Looking up from his meal, it was clear the battle raging against his control. Those green eyes showed more animal than fae. A demand for whatever it was that Lucien had to say, barely hanging to the last thread of his control.
Lucien's throat bobbed. A worried look blooming in his eyes."The Bogge was in the forest today."
The fork in Tamlin's hand folded in on itself. And then, with lethal calm, he spoke. "You ran into it?"
Lucien nodded once. "It moved past but came close. It must have snuck through the border."
Metal groaned as Tamlin's claws punched out, obliterating the fork. And so, his fight for control against his animal side was lost. He rose to his feet with a powerful, brutal movement. "Where in the forest?" He demanded the answer.
