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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𝟖 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧
╰┈˚ · ° .TRAINING BLOOD MAGIC AND WITH IT, the general magic that came with every Fae, there was something else that I was learning. I had to admit that winnowing was not as easy as it looked, and by far, the hardest thing that I had to learn.
Morrigan— or Mor as she preferred to be called— she was Rhysand's cousin. I had the pleasure of meeting her just a week after first stepping inside the Night Court. She was a powerful High Fae with the ability of winnowing, that's why she had offered her mentorship with this particular gift— which I gladly accepted.
We had been at it for hours, traveling within slashes in our word, depleting my magic well by transporting myself in different places. Exhausted wasn't even a strong enough word for how I really felt.
At the end of the lesson, Mor had brought us both back to the Moonstone Palace's living room. Not even giving her the time to blink, I had already lost my grip on the blonde. Few quick rushed steps later, I threw myself on the couch— quite ungracefully, if I might add.
"Tired?" Rhysand asked in an upbeat tone, not even trying to hide the amused title of his lips. He was sitting on his usual dark-brown leather armchair, a book long forgotten on the small table beside him with a half bottle of pricey red wine and half filled glass— both still kept at temperature by his magic even if it was clear that had stopped sipping it.
I groaned at his teasing, deciding that the best course of action was to bury my head further into the plush pillow underneath me.
"She is just being dramatic." Mor chuckled with mirth, a clean glass appearing in her hand for her to fill with Rhys' already open bottle. She loved wine.
"Don't listen to her. She is trying to kill me." I scoffed in reply.
"Like I said. Dramatic. I can see why she is your Eardreor. She matches your dramatics, Rhys." Mor commented, eyes moving to me to her cousin.
