'Don't you know that we bleed the same?' Azriel x oc °•▪︎♤▪︎•° Rayna, haunted by her past, found refugee in the mortal realm. There, a strong bond formed between her and a sharp tongued, Nesta Archeron. For the first time in forever she doesn't have to hide or run. But what happens when her friend's sister comes back, no longer human? When the High Lord of the Night Court speaks of war and death?

Dahlia Whitethorn holds no love for Prythian but a bargain with an old friend gives her no choice but to return. With war on the horizon and the Night Court in need of allies she will answer the call. But once the war is over can she finally begin to heal century old wounds, even ones that aren't her own? ~*~ Azriel has pinned after Mor for centuries, fully aware she can never be his, which suits him just fine. He's content not opening himself up to anyone and keeping his walls guarded. Unfortunately for him, Dahlia may just be stubborn enough to try to break down those walls. (originally posted on AO3)