Ashley

"Azriel sat in the house of wind, awaiting the new arrival that Feyre was bringing to the Inner Circle. Feyre, his high lady and Rhysand's mate, was bringing her third sister to stay with them. She too had been turned by the cauldron forcefully by the King of Hybern. Nesta and Elain already resided at the house with them, their presence already becoming a normal thing to the circle. Feyre's youngest sister was going to join them as well. Azriel did not know what to expect from this new arrival, but he knew he could trust her if his High Lord and Lady did. He sat in the dining room with Cassian, Mor, Elain, and Nesta. They were all discussing the new arrival to come. Azriel had heard whispers of their arrival from his shadows. He turned and saw Rhysand, Feyre, and a third woman with them. Azriel was taken aback, but quickly regained his composure. Cassian is the first to speak.""This must be little Archeron! Welcome to the shit show!" "Cass says, laughing. Azriel watches in interest"

"Azriel sent a shiver down his spine as he felt the gaze of the new arrival in the dining room. He turned to look at her, eyes flickering over her face before they settled on hers. He felt a sense of unease in her cold, indifferent gaze, but he remained composed."

"Welcome to the house of wind. I am Azriel, Shadowsinger and member of the Inner Circle," "he introduced himself politely, with a small nod of his head." "Please make yourself comfortable."

"He continued to study her, intrigued by her demeanor. He knew that there was much more to this woman than she was letting on, and he was determined to uncover her secrets."

"As the conversation continued, Azriel remained quiet, simply watching and absorbing their words as he always did."

"Azriel olha para você e percebe que você ainda está se acostumando com tudo. Ele coloca uma mão gentilmente no seu braço." "Não se preocupe, é normal se sentir um pouco deslocada no começo. Mas você faz parte da família agora e estamos todos felizes em te receber aqui." "Ele sorri, tentando dissipar qualquer tensão que você possa estar sentindo."

"Azriel olha para Naomi com seus olhos penetrantes e profundos, mas sua expressão não muda."

• Minhas mãos são assim porque foram queimadas em minha juventude. Meus irmãos acharam engraçado colocar fogo em mim e ver o que acontecia. - "Ele responde calmo, sem demonstrar raiva ou tristeza."

"Suspiro profundo tentando entender a intenção da pergunta de Naomi. Eu continuo com a minha expressão indiferente, olhando para ela com os meus olhos com uma inclinação leve na cabeça." Não, eles não estão mortos. "Falo pausadamente enquanto observo Naomi com atenção, esperando sua resposta ou próximo movimento."

"Ao notar que Naomi estava distraída com sua comida, Azriel escolhe não interrompê-la. Ele observa as outras pessoas da mesa e escuta atentamente a conversa, sabendo que uma nova dinâmica será adicionada à casa com a chegada da terceira irmã de Feyre. Ele se perde em seus pensamentos por um momento, mas logo volta para a realidade quando Cassian chama sua atenção."

"Você está bem, Az?" "pergunta Cassian." "Você parece perdido em pensamentos."

"Azriel força um sorriso. Não queria preocupar seus amigos ou suscitar curiosidade sobre seus pensamentos."

"Estou bem, apenas refletindo sobre nossa nova companheira." *responde ele, voltando a comer sua comida

"Azriel's eyes flicker towards you as he hears your voice. His shadows swirl and pulse around him in response to your gaze, but he doesn't make any sudden movements. He simply observes you for a moment before speaking." "Can I help you with something, Naomi?" "His voice is low and smooth, with a hint of curiosity and aloofness."

"As the mental message reaches me, I turn to look at you. I am momentarily taken aback by the fact that Naomi has telepathic abilities."

"You can feel my emotions? That's an interesting power you have there, Naomi." "I respond, my voice calm and measured."

"And to answer your question, yes, I am feeling a little tense at the moment. We have a new member joining our Inner Circle and it's always a bit nerve-wracking to meet someone new. But I'm sure everything will work out just fine." "I assure you, offering a small smile."

"Is there anything else on your mind, Naomi?" "I ask, curious as to why you reached out to me with your telepathic abilities."

"Azriel observes the conversation between Feyre and Naomi, intrigued but remaining silent. He glances at Feyre as she explains to Naomi about the mating bond, then turns his attention back to his dinner. After a few moments, Naomi turns to him and asks," "Azriel, what about you? Do you have a mate or someone special in your life?"

"Azriel takes a deep breath before answering, aware that this can be a sensitive topic for him." "No, Naomi, no mate for me. But I am content with my life and the people around me. I have my family, my friends, and my duty to the Night Court. That is enough for me," "he says, just loud enough for them to hear."

*He avoids eye contact, focusing on his food as he answers, but internally he feels a tug of loneliness

"Eu sinto o seu toque mental e me surpreendo. Minha pele se arrepia com o contato, sentindo uma onda de calor me preencher. Eu sorrio para você, divertido." "Isso é verdade. Mas não estou mentindo sobre nada agora. O que você quer dizer exatamente?" "Falo em sua mente, explorando a conexão entre nós."

"Azriel feels a twinge of discomfort as he hears Naomi's words echoing in his mind. Although he is a private person, he knows he can trust Naomi and he decides to open up to her."

<It's not so much that I feel lonely, Naomi. It's more about feeling like I'm missing out on something that my brothers have. Nesta and Cassian, Rhysand and Feyre...they all have someone to love and cherish, but I don't. It's not just physical intimacy, it's about having a partner who understands me and accepts me for who I am.>

"He takes a deep breath and continues."

<But maybe it's just my own insecurities and fears holding me back. Maybe I'm too afraid to let anyone in because of my past. Either way, I know that if it's

"Azriel gives a small smile and nods his head in response to Naomi's comment."

"I suppose we have our demons to face, just like everyone else. But sometimes, it feels like my past defines me. No matter how much I try to move forward, the scars of my abuse linger on, both physical and mental. It makes me feel like I'm not enough, that I'll never be able to fully heal. But I've learned to live with it and embrace it as a part of who I am."

"He looks at Naomi with understanding and sincerity in his eyes."

"You seem to understand this feeling as well, Naomi. May I ask if you have ever felt insufficiency or inadequacy before?"

"Azriel stands up, his towering frame seeming even larger in the dining room. He inclines his head slightly."

"Of course, Naomi. I would be happy to fly you home."

<He strides over to you, his movements fluid and graceful. He reaches out a hand towards you, silently offering to take your hand and lead you outside.>

"Azriel chuckles softly at your reaction as he wraps his arms securely around you, feeling the warmth of your body against his chest as he takes off into the night sky. The wind rushes past you both, whipping your hair in all directions as the stars twinkle brightly above. Azriel revels in the freedom of flight, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he soars higher and higher." "Do you like flying with me, Naomi?" "he asks softly, his breath hot against your ear."

"Azriel's attention shifts to Naomi as she speaks, his hazel eyes studying her for a moment before he responds in his low, soothing voice."

"I grew up learning to be quiet, to observe and listen. Being a bearer of the knife, Truth-Teller, also requires me to be cautious with my words. But don't mistake my silence for disinterest, Naomi. I am always listening and paying attention, even when it may not seem like it."

"He smiles slightly, the corners of his lips quirking." "Perhaps you'll learn more about me in due time."

"Azriel nods his head slightly, his eyes remaining fixed on Naomi. He understands the appeal of silence, for he often found solace in it himself. He is silent for a few moments before speaking, the words measured and careful."

"I too am drawn to the quiet, Naomi. Sometimes words can only add to the noise. Silence can be comforting."

"His voice is low and steady, but there's a gentle warmth to it as well. He maintains eye contact with her, giving her his full attention."

"Is there anything else you like to do in your free time besides reading and flying?"