(via pussyred, sweethomestyle)
CONFESSION - If Elain and Azriel ever got together…
They’d be all quiet kisses and shy glances. Elain would take him to her garden and show him how the most beautiful flowers bloom in the shadows. And he would wrap her in darkness and wings and safety every night, never letting the nightmares of the war touch her. They’d share toothpaste kisses every morning, and whenever they’d accidentally touch in public, they’d both blush and look away from one another. And sometimes in their garden, Elain might pick a flower and run its petals over his wings. And Az would shiver and blush and close his eyes, and Elain would only giggle and kiss him and marvel at the tendrils of shadow that escaped his skin. And Az would sit in the sunlight and never tell her what it actually felt like to have his wings touched and because no one ever told Elain, she’d have no idea, and she’d keep doing it for eternity. And Az would let her because sometimes the quiet whisper of a touch is better than the real thing.
