The Love We Deserve - Azriel x OC

So the question is, do you like me?

Luckily, the wheat and raspberries survived, and I used the scarf as a make-shift bag to help carry them back up the mountain of steps.

By the time I reached the top, I almost collapsed into the grass.

"poor little human" a new voice drawled and I looked up to see a short, but beautifully scary female watching me. "didn't any of those brutes offer you a lift?"

"I can manage" I assured, straightening with curious eyes "you must be Amren?"

Something about her felt wrong, like the hairs on the back of my neck were ready to stand up.

"mm" she hummed, a slow smirk settling across her painted red lips "so they did tell you about me. Interesting. You're not scared?"

"I think I'd be a fool not to be"

She chuckled, letting me walk towards her.

"what's your name girl?"

"Alex. Alex Greene. It's a pleasure" I bowed to her, missing the way her eyes caught the shadow that lingered across my shoulders.

"Alex Greene" she mused, "come, let's get you a drink"

Amren and I soon found ourselves in the lounge with drinks in hand.

"you two look rather cosy" Mor joined us, her own glass of wine appearing in hand. She sniffed the air, gaze flickering to me. "why do you smell like beer?"

"a barrel got loose down in the village"

"so what? you drank it?" she teased, Amren snorting into her glass. I rolled my eyes, smile curving onto my lips as I sipped my wine.

Four glasses later and I was feeling much giddier than earlier, Amren and Mor had barely touched by the alcohol but they were also fae, and I was very much not.

"-and then she smacked him and walked out" Mor laughed and I pressed my hand over my mouth to cover my giggles. Chest warm as I blinked slowly, head feeling ever so light.

"ladies" Azriel's smooth voice greeted, and I leaned my head back into the chair to gaze up at him, his hazel ones meeting mine and I couldn't help the smile that spread over my cheeks. Gods he was pretty.

"mm hey Az" my eyes gleamed with mirth, barely aware of the shadows slinking across me.

The Shadowsinger narrowed his eyes, looking from the empty glass cradled in my lap and back to my face, sniffing.

"you're drunk" he concluded, grin pulling at his lips, and I shrugged, the movement eliciting a content sigh.

"maybe I shouldn't have had the wine" I mumbled lazily and Azriel chuckled, taking a seat to my right whilst taking the glass from my hands only for the house to fill it up again. Shadows curled around my cheek and my eyes fluttered closed, whisps cooling my flaming face.

"did you have a nice day?" he asked, drinking the wine from my glass.

"mhmm, Melissa gave me a pastry"

"Melissa?" his eyebrows furrowed "the baker by the rainbow?"

I nodded in confirmation, Mor and Amren chatting amongst themselves next to us.

"Did you have a good day, Shadowsinger?" I watched him through my lashes, his throat bobbing as he took a large gulp of wine, eyes not leaving mine.

"I did. Cassian and I went to Illyria to talk to Devlon, their leader."

I hummed, picturing the two of them dressed in their fighting leathers, stoic features.