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 FIRST THING THAT I DID AFTER taking a long bath to clean myself from the residue of the Nagas, was looking for my sister. I knew, deep within myself, that she was not in a good mental state after the event in the afternoon.
When I arrived in front of her room, which was directly in front of mine, I knocked on the door— once, twice— waiting for her voice to invite me in. But it never came.
So I slowly opened the door of her room, calling my sister's name as softly as I could. Looking around her flower themed room— everything was flower themed here in the Spring Court— I found her on the floor at the end of the bed, her body trembling, still covered in blood, with her arms wrapped around her legs curling herself in a ball trying to let herself be as small as possible.
"Fey." I whispered, approaching her slowly and with steady steps trying not to spooky her even more than she already was. Feyre never answered, but her shaking increased.
I closed my eyes for a second. My own emotion still muffled by the thick walls that I had created to prevent them from entering, but I knew that my sister needed me. If there was one thing that would succeed in slightly melting my heart in any type of way, were my sisters. All of them.
I kneeled next to her, taking her hands in mine, her fingers curling around mine until her nails were almost piercing my skin. Her gaze snapped to meet me, her cheeks red and stained with her tears, her eyes puffy from the excessive crying.
"It's okay, you are safe now." I whispered calmly, trying to soothe my twin.
My voice could have been described in many ways, but soothing wasn't one. It was too rough and deep, my vocal cords had been too strained once and now damaged beyond repair.
I sat next to her, letting out a small breath before bringing my twin into my arms, hugging her as tightly as possible to me.
Feyre's body shook with sobs as she started to cry with more intensity. I could only thred my fingers through her golden-brown locks, stroking her hair trying to soothe her with my touch and presence.
