Elain:
Nyx's giggles were a balm to my soul, the tiny Illyrian's laughter filling the corner where we played. The music and revelry swirled around us, the Inner Circle celebrating Feyre's birthday with gusto. Yet, a part of me was missing. I understood why he avoided me, the shadow of his rejection still looming over my heart. But to miss Feyre's birthday? That was unlike him. I couldn't stop myself from wondering why Azriel wouldn't come.
My fingers twined through Nyx's soft hair as he played with a small toy, oblivious to my inner turmoil. I glanced around the room. Feyre, radiant in a gown of midnight blue, her laugh echoing like the sweetest melody, glanced over at me with a smile that made my heart ache with love. Rhysand, ever the doting mate, spun her around, his wings flaring out in a display.
Cassian and Nesta were a sight to behold, their dancing a mixture of playful banter and unspoken desire. The way Cassian looked at her like she was the only person in the room, made me yearn for a connection like that. Nesta, with her usual steel and fire, allowed herself to be vulnerable in his arms.
Mor's laughter was a constant presence, her energy lighting up the room as she moved from one person to another, her charm and wit making everyone smile. Even Amren, with her enigmatic aura, couldn't resist Mor's teasing, the two of them sharing a bond forged in centuries of friendship.
Despite the happiness around me, I felt a pang of loneliness. I wanted to be a part of it, to let go of my worries and immerse myself in the celebration. But Azriel's absence was a shadow over my heart. He had been gone for six weeks, and I had missed him more than I cared to admit. Each day without his quiet presence, without the comfort of his steady gaze, had been agony.
I knew why he avoided me. After our almost-kiss, the tension between us had been palpable. He had pulled away, citing Rhysand's orders and his sense of duty. I understood, but it didn't make it hurt any less. And now, on Feyre's special day, his absence was a gaping hole that I couldn't ignore.
My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden cheer. Feyre had been lifted off her feet by Rhysand, his wings curving protectively around her as he kissed her soundly. The room erupted in applause and laughter, the love between them a tangible thing that brought tears to my eyes. I blinked them away, focusing on Nyx's happy face as he reached for a stuffed dragon.
And then, the door opened.
Azriel stepped in, looking every bit the warrior he was, clad in dark leathers that accentuated his tall, muscled frame. His shadows whispered around him, an ever-present part of his being, curling and shifting like living smoke. In his hands, a beautifully wrapped gift tied with a silver ribbon. The sight of him stole the breath from my lungs, his presence commanding the room effortlessly.
Feyre's delighted squeal echoed across the room as she threw herself into his arms, her laughter ringing out. She scolded him for being gone so long, her voice a mixture of joy and reprimand. "Six weeks, Az! We missed you."
Azriel's low chuckle rumbled in response, a sound that soothe the deepest of sorrows. He hugged Feyre tightly, his eyes scanning the room, taking in the decorations, the joy, and the people he considered family.
"Happy birthday, Feyre," Azriel said, his voice warm and sincere as he handed her the beautifully wrapped gift. "I hope you like it.".
Feyre beamed at him, accepting the gift with a smile that lit up the room. "Thank you,". He nodded, a small, almost shy smile playing on his lips before he turned to greet the others. "Cassian, Nesta," he acknowledged with a nod, his eyes flickering with amusement as Cassian clapped him on the shoulder.
"Good to see you, brother," Cassian said, his voice full of warmth.
"Morrigan," Azriel continued, giving her a brief hug. Mor's eyes sparkled with mischief as she returned his hug. "About time you showed up."
