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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╰┈˚ · ° .DAYS, WEEKS HAD PASSED, I DIDN'T KNOW. Everything was the same Under the Mountain. Almost every day, I was called to perform for Amarantha, and at my return, Rhysand would be waiting in the back of the shadows-drenched cell, always with a bowl of fresh water and a clean rug in his hands. Sometimes we talked, others we just found ourselves enjoying the comfortable sound of silence with just the noise of water to fill up the space.
With the weeks passing by, his visits became more frequent. Sometimes I would wake up as he winnowed in the middle of the night in my cell. His shirt unbuttoned slightly, hair disheveled and eyes twisted in pain. I knew why, and my heart bled for him.
Wordlessly I would sit next to him down on the damp floor. Sometimes staying silently, sometimes humming under my breath a melody that I remember hearing in my dreams. The same I used to hum when I was alone and in the dark cells of The Temple with a bleeding back and iced over heart.
Week after week, and soon, the entire month had passed and it was already time for Feyre to face her second task.
But as I waited, expecting for the guards to come and escort me out of the cell, hours passed. And when the door finally opened, it was only to reveal Rhysand.
"Rhys, what happened?" I asked, not masing the tinge of fear that crossed my face. Maybe I had become a bit too comfortable with the High Lord, but everything that I cared about in that moment was just my sister that I knew she had already gone through her second task. "Is she..." I couldn't even finish the phrase from the dread that thought of my own twin was dead was arising through my mind and heart. It would have been enough to make me crumble down on my knees.
"She is alive." Rhys answered, eyes seemingly too tired. "She had to read and solve a riddle and then pull one of the three levers or she and Lucien would have died."
"What?!" I whisper-shouted.
Feyre can't read so how is she alive?– I thought.
My eyes widened at the only possible solution that could have gotten my twin alive out of the task. And without thinking twice about it, only feeling thankfulness, I threw my arm around the High Lord's body.
