Hewn City
Hewn City
Azriel winnowed to the North living room of the Palace, leaning his scarred hands on the back pillows of the closest couch to him, his head throbbing from the painful headache, he had windowed without making pauses, which leaded to the pain on his head.
“Az.” Cassian called him, he had arrived to this living room a couple minutes ago, waiting for his brother, since he knew that the shadowsinger definitely wouldn’t winnow to outside the palace, and that was the ‘closest' room to the Lunar's Bridge, “You winnowed a long distance.” He placed a hand on Azriel's shoulder, leading him to sit in the couch, just then the spymaster noticed Nesta's presence.
“It used to be a short distance.” His voice was low, Cassian shared a few stares with Nesta, the spymaster knew they were talking through the bond.
“Used to.” The taller male glanced at his mate leaving the room, “You should take care of yourself a bit more. We aren’t sure how much it will affect your health” He crossed his arms, frowning his brows, “The last time Rhysand winnowed a long distance by once, he kept one entire week complaining about pain.”
“I know.”Az's eyes surveyed his brother's facial expression, worry on his eyes, just then the short length haired male noticed the face he might be doing instead of his unexpressive look, just then noticed his wings down touching the floor, he had a high pain tolerance, Cassian knew that, his brother already showed worry when he hid it as he use to, showing it could almost make Cassian became a mother hen, “How is Elain?” he asked trying to change the subject.
The long haired male's eyes became vacant a second before answering, “She spent her day reading.”
A nod followed by one minute of silence, Nesta was back with a glass of water in hands, she gave it to Cassian, who held it up to Azriel. The golden hazel eyed male took it, slowly took a few slips before standing up.
“I am fine,” he left the glass at the coffee table, glanced at his brother and then at Nesta, “Thank you.”
Azriel received a light nod front Nesta, Cassian patted his upper arm.
“What about the meeting?” the shadowsinger asked, walking towards the hall, being followed by the General.
“It will start in a couple minutes.” A change in the taller male face, “They are going to be there.”
“I know.” Was all he said, he didn’t want to touch on this topic, “Something happened while I was out?”
Cassian's lips pressed in a thin line, “I had an argument with Rhysand, then we, me and Nesta, discovered the number of death younglings here is several times bigger is compared to others places.” Cassian told him about earlier, while they walked through the hall, didn’t ask to the spymaster if he knew about the death numbers, Nesta stayed in the living room, reading a random book until the meeting time.
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Lucien paced through the main veranda, his eyes fixed on the sky. His russet one could the see purplish dark sky with several bright stars, a wonderful vision.
But his metal one saw a slight translucent reddish dark cloud covering all the sky. He supposed that this cloud was the curse, he has been able to see it since the first day he placed his metal eye, since then he was trying to contact Nuan about it, with no success, he also told that to Feyre, who seemed to listen to him, but didn’t say it to the others.
He turned his back to the view, slowly stepping to the door, as the male opened it, a wind came right behind him, which made his red hair came right on his face. He placed a few locks of hair behind his ears before closing the door.
Lucien tucked his hands under his arms, lost on his thoughts, he couldn’t stop thinking about Jurian and Vassa, about how he wasn’t able to contact them. Also, the fact that he woke up one day with Feyre at his bedroom, his body different if compared to a day later, his metal eye missing and the extremely long hair, everything around him were odd, the feeling that there was something being hide from him, it leaded him to questions, which the number became bigger every day.
Every time he tried to talk about it with Feyre, she would suddenly find something more important to do, or would change the subject.
He also didn’t talk with others since they didn’t seem too friendly towards him, except for Elain, but every time he tried to touch on his doubts’ topic, Feyre would appear, interrupting them, or it would simply stay on his thoughts.
“There will be a military meeting in a couple minutes.” Feyre’s voice, Lucien was so focused on his thoughts that he didn’t noticed her approaching, “In the lower floors, if you would like to come.” she took a step closer to him, touching his lower arm.
“Am I required there?” he brushed with his fingers a lock of hair away from his face.
“Not if you don’t want to.” She tighten the grip on his arm.
“Good.” His lips pressed in a thin line, “I don’t feel in the mood to go in a meeting.” He gently patted her hand.
“Right.” She rubbed her thumb on his long sleeve before releasing his arm and walking away.
The red haired male stepped to the hall that leaded to the corridor, he walked the straight line towards his bedroom until he felt a tremble on the bond's thread, it wasn’t a tremble about Elain calling him, but about a vision she was having, then a bad feeling, sorrow maybe? He changed the way from his room to hers, worried about what she might have saw, and how it would affect her.
As the male stepped to her door, he held up a hand to knock at it, but before he could touch it, he heard her voice: “Come in.” the High Fae touched the knob, slowly opening the door, pressing his lips in a thin line as he walked in.
Elain was sat in a chair, her arms resting on the desk in front of her, she was reading the book Lucien had recommend earlier, her golden brown hair swayed as she turned her head to him.
“Hello.” She smiled
“Hi.” His lips curved upwards, “I- I felt you- you had a vision- Are you alright?”
A nod, “I am, thank you for checking on me.”
A light nod, Lucien held his own wrist, “What did you see?, he said low, voice soft “If I am not being–“
Elain shook her head, her smile faded, “It is just about how this meeting today will end up.” She tilted her head, “Amren supposed that my blur visions were from something too far or uncertain, so I started to focus on what is close.” She closed the book, placing it on the desk, “Then a vision came while I was reading.”
“Will it end well?” he asked giving a step ahead, he left the door open, indicating that he wouldn’t stay a long time on her room.
“It won’t be what Rhysand expected, but it will be enough.”
Lucien dragged a hand through his hair, “Right.” He said soft, “I am going to sleep now.” He pointed to the door, “See you tomorrow, la– Elain” she chuckled, he only smiled at her, “Good night.”
“Good night.” She answered before he closed the door.