elain , sat with her legs folded beneath her , fiddles with the tea cup within her hands. “ thank you , feyre .” for braiding her hair — but also for the company , elain had felt rather distant from her sisters lately. “ how is the painting ?”

“ i cannot wait to see it , tell me about it ?”

Elriel🫶🏻

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ peeking from her rose bush , elain steals glances at Azriel in the distance. she hasn’t seen him in . . sometime . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

oh . . good morning !

gods . . she was putty , flustered heat swarmed her as she look up at him , unwilling to pull her hand back. “ oh ,” it was a breathy sound , rushed from her in surprise. “ i-i . . thank you . . azriel .” his name was a sweet sound on her tongue. “ i need to be more careful .”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀mind fractured open , ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀chaos consumed ~ your hand outstretched , a calm amongst the screaming demands , you understood me when others chose not to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ~ you listened . ⠀⠀⠀ Azriel ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

“ you are a precious sunflower , az .”

“ for the way you blossom in the sun , and yet remain beautiful but withdrawn in the shadow .”

“ you are my sunflower , and i promise to always give you light when darkness consumes .”

“and people fear you .” amused , her arms open for him.