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Azriel + Eris part 1

Azriel had been pacing for almost an hour. Night had fallen over the forest ages ago, and still, he was alone. 

Mist drifted though the trees as silence fell. His ears pricked up, looking for any sign of the footsteps most familiar. Nothing. Shadows whispered in his ear, urging him to leave. That is was futile. But his heart disagreed. It had been almost a year since they had been together without lying to anyone, without pretending to hate each other. He couldn't give up on him now.

For almost a decade after discovering that they were mates, they had met by the biggest tree in the woods, and spent the night together. Of course, at first, he had been furious. But after his story had been confirmed by Mor, he couldn't help but get to know the real him. And now, after loving him for so long, it had hurt him so badly to be away.

He knew that it made little difference to Rhys if he liked males, but that wasn't the problem. The reason they hadn't gotten their mating officiated was because of Beron. He wanted Eris to marry a powerful woman who could carry equally as powerful children. So all he had to do was wait. Wait until Beron died, wait until Mor explained the facade, wait until Eris was high lord. Wait until his life was no longer controlled by his father. Then, finally, they could be happy. Together.

If Eris still wanted him. The only times he had seen him since the war ended was when he attempted to court Nesta. They were only meeting tonight because Azriel had sent him a letter. He hadn't responded, and now he feared he wouldn't come. 

A quiet crunch sounded nearby. Azriel turned. A shadowy figure walked through the trees. His heart pounded in his chest. What if he had been caught by Rhys or Cass? He walked a little closer, wringing his hands. 

"Hello?" He called, voice breaking slightly. 
"Az?" He knew that voice. Loved that voice. 

he walked closer as Eris came into his line of vision. "Hey." He said timidly, waiting for Eris to say something first. Eris hurried closer, taking his hands. "I can't stay long. Beron found your letter. I though I hid it well, but he found it. He knows I left."
"I am so sorry," He murmured. "I should have waited for you. 
"No, its not your fault, Az, its not. But I have to kill him soon, before he finds everything out, and kills you!" His panicked voice broke. 
"Wait, slow down. Are you okay?"

"Well, Its a very real possibility that Beron spiked my food to stop me from coming." He stumbled slightly. "Eris..." His voice trailed off. "I'm probably fine..." He stumbled again, giving him a pained smile before he collapsed. Azriel cried out, throwing his arms out to catching him. A throaty cough came from his mouth, along with a smattering of blood. "Okay, Eris, alright." Thoughts swum through his brain as he wondered what to do. He had no experience with poison antidotes, on with poisoning people. He would ask the suriel that used to lurk here what to do, but it had died in the war. He had only one idea.

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Azriel held Eriz tightly in his arms as he stumbled towards the front door of the townhouse. The front door of the antechamber was unlocked, as usual, but the other door wasn't. Eris slumped in his arms as he punded on the door, praying to the Mother that someone was home. Finally, the door opened, Rhys standing on the other side, mouth agape. A strangled sound came from his mouth as Azriel shoved pass to the living room full of people. 

"Move, please, move!" His voice was irritatingly thick with tears. Nesta, Cassian, and Amren, who had been on the largest couch, leapt up, shock coating their faces. He placed nearly unconscious Eris on the couch and kneeled down beside him. "Call a healer!" He cried at Rhys, who stood in the doorway, shellshocked. "Rhys!" He screamed when he didn't move. He quickly winnowed away. 

He quickly glanced around the room, catching Mor's horrified stare. Horrified that she would have to explain the lie she and Eris had told for five centuries.