Wax Wings - Azriel Shadowsinger

"Was I just a piece in your game the whole time?" She barely made these words out, as her hands found their way through her messy locks of hair.

"I didn't mean to mess up your chess game, Azriel. All I ever wanted was to just figure out who I was supposed to be- not fake my life for years," Diem went on, as she faced away from him. Her hands were shaking now, as Azriel still walked towards her.

"I-I'm sorry, Diem. I didn't mean.. I didn't mean to make you fly so high, okay? It wasn't my intention for these things to happen, I told you to have an exit pl-"

Diem cuts him off. "I didn't think you'd given me wings made of wax, Azriel. My life will not be a myth," She declares, and walks back into the labyrinth.

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In which a half high Fae, half Illyrian woman may be all the hope Azriel needs, and Azriel may be all of the reassurance Diem needs.