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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╰┈˚ · ° . FLUNGING OPEN THE DOORS OF THE DINING ROOM, I was met with an incredible sight. Lucien and Tamlin both sprawled in their chairs. I could have sworn that the red-haired fae was sleeping upright, fork in hand.
"Good afternoon." I said, my tone louder than normal on propous.
Groaning, both Fae turned towards the door with an annoyed glare.
"Can you lower your voice?" Lucien asked. I'm sure if he hadn't been suffering this much from a hangover, he would've snapped at me other than asking.
"No can do." I replied even louder. "It seems like you two didn't get enough sleep." I smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at the pair.
As I opened her mouth to speak again, I was interrupted by my sister walking into the room.
"Good afternoon." She said cheerfully, with an especially saccharine smile for the High Lord.
I glanced at her and I immediately noticed the bite mark on her neck. At that sight, I raised an eyebrow at my twin, a question in my eyes to where I should smile or cut the throat of the High Lord.
Feyre shook her head— so no killing— and took the seat across from Lucien, not her usual place facing Tamlin next to me.
I took a goblet, filling it with wine as I sat down. I placed it in my hand, twirling the liquid inside of it a couple of times before taking a sip of it. A small breathy laugh left my lips as I murmured enough just for the High Fae to hear. "Oh this will be so fun."
Lucien looked at me. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You look ... refreshed," Lucien observed, speaking to Feyre "Sleep well?"
"Like a babe." She answered, smiling at him before taking another bite of her food.
Lucien's eyes travel inexorably to her neck, wideding as he took in the noticeable mark on the girl's skin.
