Gusty man I need.... I NEED an elriel kiss with a height difference. We both know I am beyond trash for them. Thx love ya ❤️🙏🏼
“I don’t want to wear those.” Elain complained as Nesta handed her a pair of high heels. “They are uncomfortable and I don’t want to deal with them all night.”
“Quit whining,” Nesta shoved the shoes into Elain’s arms. “They pull the outfit together and make your legs look longer. Just wear them.”
Elain grumbled as she pulled on the contraptions, fumbling with the straps until they were secure on her feet. Standing on wobbly legs, she stumbled towards the mirror. She had to admit, she did look really good. “Thank you for helping me get ready Nesta.” She said to her sister, who stood behind her proudly.
“You’re welcome,” Nesta replied. “Now go have a great date with batboy, okay?”
Elain had suffered through all of dinner in the stupid shoes. They pinched her toes and dug into her heels and by the time Azriel escorted her from the restaurant, Elain wanted to cry in anguish. However, in the platforms, she stood tall enough to almost look him in the eye, and it would make it much easier to kiss him if she wanted to.
It seemed that she was not very good at hiding her emotions, though, because they had not yet walked a block until Azriel commented, “Do you want to take those shoes off, Elain? They do not look very comfortable.”
Elain gritted her teeth through her smile. “Oh, no, they are quite alright, thank you.” He gave her a doubtful look but did not question further. They walked hand in hand for a little while longer, admiring the cloudless sky and the nightlife of Velaris.
Azriel guided them towards the Sidra, walking along the banks of it, when Elain fell. She rolled her ankle and broke the heel of one of the shoes, landing on her ass in front of the Illyrian.
Azriel was next to her in an instant, crouching right beside. “Are you alright, angel?” He asked, his hands hovering over her stinging ankle and Elain screwed her mouth shut to prevent from crying out. Deftly, his gentle fingers undid the straps on both of the shoes, slipping them off her feet and then hurling them into the Sidra for good measure. Elain couldn’t help but laugh. “Those blasted things deserve worse,” He muttered, offering her help to stand.
“Thank you, Az,” Elain said as she attempted to regain her footing. Without the extra inches, he now stood much taller than her, making her crane her neck to look up at him. Trying to stay upright on one foot proved difficult and she grabbed his shoulders to stabilize.
Azriel’s hands went to her waist to keep her steady, the unfamiliar touch making her blush. Elain looked up at him, seeing the backdrop of stars and his wings outstretched while he looked at her, such worry and care swirling in his gorgeous eyes.
Using his shoulders as a boost, Elain went on tiptoe to press her lips to his. Azriel helped by bending down slightly, deepening the kiss. Elain’s foot popped this time not just because of the bad ankle.