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Starfall (Azriel)

Stars fell all over the city of Velaris. Festivities lit the city, the peoples joy brighter than any star. Dances were held in every corner of the city, bonfires lit every second, another bottle of wine downed every minute. 

The biggest party of all, the party that hosted the most people, the most drinks, the most food, was hosted by Rhysand. Every year, at the House of Wind, he would invite everybody he knew to dance the night away. Now, with his mate and High Lady, the population of the party had doubled. Everyone danced with somebody, weather their mate, or simply lover. Except Azriel. 

He told himself he was doing it for Rhys and Feyre, and not out of loneliness, or fear. He told himself that he just wanted to give them a break, and it was true. But it wasn't the real reason he wanted to be alone. 

Azriel stood on one of the highest balconies of the House of Wind.  In his arms, he cradled a tiny baby. So sweet, so darling, so happy to just blow spit bubbles and laugh at nothing. His High Lords sons name was Nyx, and he was truly the most adorable thing. His tiny little wings, that confused him so, and his peculiar violet eyes reminded him so much of Rhysand, and his dark brown hair, and ability to turn anything into a messy masterpiece, reminded him of Feyre. Reminded him of his family. So he didn't mind babysitting on one of the biggest nights of the year, he really didn't.

He glanced down at the balcony off the great hall, where she had been twirling in a joyous dance just moments ago. He wished he could be down there with her, but even if he wasn't with Nyx, he knew he would never be able to ask her to dance. 

"One day you will understand, I suppose, Nyx." Azriel said to the funny baby. He just laughed and grabbed his scarred hand. "I think I may be in love. But I fear there is nothing I can do." He tickled the babies chin, and he giggled. 

He sighed. "Well, if I'm not dancing with her, I might as well dance with you, eh!" He spun around, lifting Nyx into the air, humming a little tune. Nyx cried out in glee, laughing. "Look at those little wings!" Az swooped him slowly though the sky. "When you are old enough, I'll teach you too fly properly." he smiled slightly. "I promise." As he lowered him into his arms, he told him; "After you learn to fly, uncle Cass will teach you to fight, and you will be the most feared warrior in all the lands."

"Maybe you'll be brave too. Maybe you will be brave enough to dance with a pretty female." Nyx cried out. "You're right." He sighed, and glanced back down at the balcony. There she spun again, all on her own, laughing. "Your first Starfall, and I'm ditching you!"

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He found Feyre in the crowd, claiming that Nyx had been asking for her. She just gave him a knowing smirk, and nodded towards the balcony. As he passed Nyx back to his mother, he whispered in his ear "I'll make it up to you."

He navigated through the couples, seeing a drunk Nesta leaping in a circle with Emerie, Mor, and Cassian, Varian dragging Amren on to the floor, as she attempted to disguise her smile, and Rhys laughing with Kallias and Tarquin. He spun Elain on his hand, then flung back to a grinning Lucien, who lifted her high into the air. She laughed and threw out her arms, smiling over at him. His best friend.

Finally, he reached the balcony, walking over to her with as much confidence as he could muster. He opened his mouth. Words came out. The right ones. 

"I thought you'd never ask!" She laughed with delight. "So did I!" He cried as they spun. she threw her head back and laughed. He thought it must have been the most beautiful sound on the planet.

Finally, Azriel danced with Gwyn.