Part 11 of 'Time to rest your weary head'
Chapter List: right here!
I KEPT MY PROMISE!! Here in Brasil it is still Sunday, so there you go, part 11 out now! It is indeed a little bit shorter but because of it, Part 12 will come soon, possibly until the mid-week :) It's been hard finding time to write these last few days bc i'm at the end of the semester in college :) but it'll be over soon and then i'm planning on writing non-stop (including more headcanons and one-shots after I finish this one ~ my ask is open!)
@starbornsinger @katiebellf and @madie2200 yayy!
A million thoughts raced through Azriel's mind when he reached his room; mostly because his shadows couldn’t stop stirring, around and around and driving him crazy. They wanted to go back to her, reaching out to the now closed door and trying to leave the bedroom.
He sat on his bed, still smiling like a fool. Tonight was wonderful. Gwyn was wonderful.
Flashes of her face during the Orchestra, how her eyes lit up when she contemplated the theater. The way he came that close to closing the space between them after calling her beautiful, to share with her what was in his heart. And when that sweet melody began, it sounded like falling in love. He was falling, hard, for the female right next to him. The one who cared about him, even when he didn’t care about himself. Who always surprised him, with her wittiness and determination and hope. Who was helping him deal with his demons, just the way he felt he was helping her.
Then Gwyn finally broke his stare, closing her eyes as if carried away by the music. And a few moments later, when he felt himself was crawling back into that dark, dark place, the melody automatically bringing out his pain… She held his hand, gentle and soothing, and, for once in his life, he didn’t feel like it was ugly and marred. He didn’t feel unworthy.
He kept darting his eyes back and forward from their hands intertwined to her freckled, flushed face staring at the stage, and could have laughed surprised at how natural it felt to have her hand in his. But then again, everything was so easy with her. He slowly tore down the wall he had carefully built during these centuries and had let her in; had let himself out. And he was enjoying every second of it.
When they paced together through the streets of Velaris, how proud he felt of her, admiration written across his face as she silently took in the space around her. She deserved this, he thought, she deserved happiness; she deserved all that was good in the world. And he was blessed by the Mother to be able to watch her thrive.
He had come so close to telling her; he didn’t know if she knew, but he just had to say it. To let the words imprinted in his mind, and the million possibilities entangled with it, fill the air: that they were so close to being truly happy, if she only wanted it as well. Because that, taking that step together, it would be her choice. It would all be her choice. Azriel wouldn’t have it any other way. His shadows kept whispering mate, mate, mate during the entirety of the evening, until the very moment they let go of each other’s hands, by her door.
Azriel didn’t want the night to be over. He suddenly felt the impulse to go and knock on her door, to obey his shadow’s pleas and just tell her. If he just said the words… And she was so, so close now; it was as almost as he could feel her presence, beckoning to him.
He swore he heard the song again; that first melody that echoed through the theater earlier, getting louder and louder as he swiftly covered the distance that separated their bedrooms. What the hell was he doing? She would probably be asleep by now, he should go back. But his damned shadows kept saying go and he didn’t find it in him to stop them.
He just wanted to see her. He would just knock on the door, and if she didn’t answer, he would leave – Before he could lift his hand, though, the door opened.
And there, with a resolute expression on her beautiful face that mirrored his own, hand on the handle, stood Gwyn.