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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𝟏𝟏 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧
╰┈˚ · ° . THE WINTER SOLSTICE AT THE Spring Court was celebrated with three days of feasting and drinking and exchanging small presents, culminating in a long, rather odious ceremony atop the foothills on the longest night to escort them from one year to another as the sun died and was born anew.
Celebrating a winter holiday in a place that was permanently entrenched in spring hadn't done much to improve my general lack of festive cheer.
I hadn't particularly listened to the explanations of its origins—and the Fae themselves debated whether it had emerged from the Winter Court or Day Court. Both now claimed it as their holiest holiday. All I really knew was that I had to endure two ceremonies: one at sunset to begin that endless night of presents and dancing and drinking in honor of the old sun's death; and one at the following dawn to welcome the sun's rebirth.
Mentioning that Feyre and I's birthday had also fallen on that longest night of the year was a fact that we both in silent agreement conveniently forgot to tell anyone.
Feyre's wedding was approaching fast in just three weeks. As the days passed, though, I could see Feyre fading away more and more, but everything that I tried to do wasn't enough to help her, and Tamlin and Ianthe continuously putting their noses between the relationship that I shared with my twin, wasn't helping either.
At the end of those three nightmarish days, I could finally winnow myself to The Moonstone Palace. My mind was a complete wreck after enduring that stupid festivity and the dozens of fairies that I had met that all but ignored me and walked faster if passing beside me. I would debate if that was a good thing if it didn't leave me feeling more of a monster that I already felt like.
When I walked outside to the veranda, I found Rhysand there, sitting with a glass of alcohol in his hand.
"I might need one too." I grumbled as I sat down in one of the chairs.
"Had fun?" Rhysand smirked. With a wave of his hand another glass appeared on the table right in front of me
"The best days of my life." I commented, keeping the sarcasm tick in my tone before drowning all the liquid in one single sip.
