Velaris
Velaris
Azriel finished a soldier one second before the enemies vanished, leaving a explosion followed by the red smoke, he was so close to the soldier that the explosion came right close on his face.
“Azriel!” Rhysand had just landed at his side, the shadowsinger had the lower left arm on his eyes as his hands were covered in blood, “Azriel?” the High Lord touched the spymaster's shoulder, turning the male of the blue siphons to himself, he gently removed the shadowsinger's arm from his eyes, then noticed that Az couldn’t open them.
Rhysand walked Azriel to the house, he would have winnowed, but his power was drained from the ships glamour earlier and from the battle, that he couldn’t do it, besides that his headache was back, and worst than earlier.
As they walked, the Velaris' soldiers went to the downtown, where the headquarters were.
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The violet eyed male opened the door, one hand leading Az to the inside by the elbow, and the other on his own forehead.
Feyre was already there, “Half of your building got destroyed.” She said to Lucien, as Azriel smelled them, “There are empty rooms here, you can stay here if you need to.”
Azriel didn’t pay attention on their dialogue as Elain walked close to him, “What happened?” she said grabbing his free wrist.
“The vanishing explosion came right on his face.” Rhysand said as Elain leaded his brother to the kitchen’s sink, he wouldn’t give the details about why Azriel was so close to the vanish, since he knew that Elain would feel uncomfortable around his brother for awhile.
She putted a hand at the back of Azriel's head, carefully pushing him as she opened the sink, he let her move him closer to the water. Rhysand left them while Elain gently washed Az's face, at the end she whipped the water, then washed his bloody hands.
“Come on.” Elain grabbed his hand and elbow, slowly leading him upstairs, to his room, where she left him sat in the bed, walked to the bathroom and a heartbeat later she was back with a clean wet tissue, which she gently used to rub his closed eyes with. “There were a thin layer of red dust on your face.” She said, “And on your eyelashes…”
The shadowsinger slowly opened his eyes when the golden brown haired female finished, “I can’t see.” His voice was soft, low, a bit of terror on it, but his face unreadable.
Her heartbeat sped up a little, she left the tissues on his bathroom, then cupped his face with both of her hands, carefully looking at his eyes, the white parts were red and irritated, but his corneas seemed to be fine.
“I had a friend whose was son of a blacksmith, he was helping his father at the work when an accident happened and his eyes became just like yours, he got blind for a few weeks, buy his eyesight came back.” She said removing the upper part of his armor, searching for any wounds on his body.
Ignoring the old scars – which most he got during his childhood –, she found several bruises, and a few scratches, there wasn’t anything serious on his torso. Elain cleaned his scratches, then she started to search on his wings, only small scratches that were immediately cleaned.
“Thank you.” He said low, hoarsely, she kissed his chin as an answer, he closed his eyes as she grabbed his hand and elbow, taking him to the bathroom.
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At night Elain combed Az's wet hair, after the dinner she had brought to his room, leaving him in the bed dressed in a nightsuit. Azriel didn’t refuse or objected while she was taking care of him.
“Thank you, for everything you did today.” He touched her hand, the one she had left resting on his shoulder, curving his scarred fingers around hers.
The brown eyed female left the comb in the nightstand, then rubbed her thumb on his cheek, “You don’t need to thank me.”
“Yes, I do.” He said low, soft, “It means a lot to me.” He rubbed his thumb on her delicate hand.
She let scape a low breath as her lips curved upward, he smiled at her, lowing his face as his dimples started to show up, Az knew she loved those face details on him, but couldn’t stop his reflex to hide it. Soon he laid on his side, his wings tucked tightly against his back.
“I will see how Nesta is going.” She said covering him with blankets.
His blind hazel golden eyes came to her, but no words came from his mouth.
“I will be back soon, don’t worry.” Elain dropped a light kiss on his lips, caressing his cheek before walking to the door.
She walked to her room, changing her clothes to the ones appropriate to the mountains climate, then walked towards the kitchen, where she would take a glass of wine, she needed wine.
The female paced between the kitchen and living room while slowly drinking the wine, no sign of her younger sister, who was probably with her husband at their room.
The front door got opened, she only glanced at it as the red haired male entered in with a box in hands.
“You shouldn’t be carry anything heavy.” Elain left the glass at the kitchen's balcony before walking close to Lucien, his metal eye was already in place, no cloak, only a white long sleeved shirt on his torso, and thr same pants from earlier, “You should be resting.” She said slightly angry.
“I am – Sorry…” he blinked in surprise.
“Have you at least choose your room?” the female took the box from his hands, his only reaction was a fast blink, followed by a confused face as he dragged a hand through his hair.
“Yes, I did.” He touched where the bandage was under his shirt, checking if it had moved from the right place.
“You should be there, then.” The female started to walk, Lucien followed her, she knew exactly were his room was without a word coming from him. As Elain entered in the room, she left the box on the desk close to the window, “It was heavy.” Her eyes surveyed the room, the guest's room actually, since the gray tones on it and decoration was standardized if compared with the other empty rooms.
“I am sorry.” He showed his palms while walking in, “Those were a few things from my apartment that I was able to recover from the rubble.” He said pointing to the box.
“Oh,” Elain glanced at the object then at him, by his face she could read that those objects had sentimental value to him, “I didn’t know–”
Lucien shrugged, lightly curving upward the corners of his lips, “Please, don’t mind it.” he walked close to the bed, slowly sitting down, one hand in a knee and the other on his wound.
“Let me see it.” Elain pointed to his abdomen, walking close to him, really close as he held up his shirt, she removed the bandage. The wound was clotted , but if he moved too much, it would reopen, “I will put a new bandage.” Her gaze fell on his face, a spark of the instinctive rage on his russet eye, she knew why, she had Azriel’s smell on her.
Lucien's eyes found hers, he blinked slowly, which made his eye's calm come back, “I am sorry.” He shook his head, as if trying put his thoughts in the right place “I didn't mean to –”
“Don’t worry.” She took one step back, she understood is wasn’t his fault, “I will take more bandages.” She whirled towards the door.
“You don’t have to–” he stood up, a heavy breath of pain scape from his mouth as he moved too fast.
“Please, take a rest.” Elain turned to him, then touched his upper arm “You just got a arrow on your abdomen earlier.”
He nodded, slowly sitting back as she walked out of the room, in one minute Elain was back with a white box in hands, this one was bigger than the one she had in the basement.
Lucien held up his shirt as Elain opened the box and left it on his side at the bed, “Have you ever planted helenium?” he asked while she took a tissue from the box.
“Helenium?” she lifted a brow, started to clean his wound carefully to not remove the clot.
“That is a flower that blooms in the autumn.” Lucien said, trying to keep his voice regular “It has shades of red, orange and yellow, and attracts butterflies.” She looked at him surprised, then leaned him forward to clean the wound on his back, “My mother had a garden.” He added, “I used to help her on it when I was young.” His voice didn’t falter in pain for his surprise.
“Besides it, what else she used to plant?” she discarded the tissues.
“Heuchera, asters, shrub roses, marigolds –” Lucien named more plants while she started to bandage his abdomen, then described how his mother used to arrange her gardens.
“I would like to see it, if I could.” Elain smiled, he putted his shirt down as she rested a hand his shoulder, rubbing her thumb in the white fabric.
He smiled back, “She would be proud to hear it.”
Elain nodded, taking the box from the bed and closing it, she walked to the door “Good night.”
Lucien made a light nod and a warm smile, “Good night.” He said, she smiled back before closing the door.
The female putted the white box back on its place, then walked to her room, taking a heavy cloak, since her winnowing was weaker if compared to Rhysand or Nesta, since both of them could winnow to extremely long distances, but she still could go further than Feyre.