What if Elain and Azriel are mates?

I know it sounds crazy, but bare with me.

In the Throne of Glass series, Rowan was convinced from the moment he first laid eyes on Lyria that she was his mate. He believed that for centuries and every day since, even after falling in love with Aelin.

However, in the end, it was all a trick orchestrated by Maeve to turn him into her servant. What if that’s what went on with Lucien, Elain and The King of Hybern.

What if the King of Hybern (who we all know is NOT an idiot) saw how faltering Lucien’s loyalty to Tamlin was becoming and how dangerous that could be to him during the war, but couldn’t risk killing Lucien and ruining the alliance with Tamlin and The Spring Court. So, as a way to ensure Lucien’s loyalty, he tricked him into believing that Elain was his mate, because he never expected her to get away with the rest of The Court of Dreams at the end of ACOMAF. He expected to have Elain locked away at his side (as she temporarily is in ACOWAR) with Lucien right there, ready to do anything for The King as long as he didn’t harm her.

The King of Hybern had The Cauldron. He broke an unbreakable bond, turned humans into high fae, destroyed the entire wall in the blink of an eye and he almost cleaved the world apart with it. Creating an elaborate illusion is certainly not beyond him.

It would also explain why Lucien, despite always being concerned with Elian’s safety, wasn’t hesitant about leaving her at The Night Court when he left for The Continent. In fact, when he returned, he didn’t even ask about her or try and find her in the middle of a deadly battle where she could be in serious harm. In fact, Elain shows little to no interest in him at all. She is simply indifferent to him.

If Lucien was not Elain’s mate but Azriel was, it would also explain why Azriel was so quick to take a liking to her. He was supposedly in love with Mor for five hundred years, but if both Elain and Mor were in the same room, his attention would always be directed towards Elain. Even Mor noticed it and pointed it out herself.

Elain trusted Azriel enough to not fear him, even though she knew exactly what and who he was, and exactly how dangerous he could be. She was never scared of him. Oh, and here’s the real kicker, Azriel gave her Turthteller. Remember, that weapon that he has never so much as let anyone touch, not even his high lord, not even his brothers or the woman he supposedly loves? He handed it over to her despite barely knowing her.

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I find Azriel and Elain as a couple makes more sense to me then Elain and Lucien together, and perhaps I think Azriel and Elain have much better chemistry. However, there were way too many hints and clues pointing towards Elriel, and we all know SJMaas does not just do that for no reason. They could be each other’s temporary romantic interest, but they’ve both had they’re hearts broken by the person they believed they were meant to be with.

So maybe this isn’t a crazy theory, and maybe they are mates. We’ll just have to wait and see.

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The Fawn & The Shadowsinger

Where can I go?
When the shadows are calling?
Shadows are calling me
What can I do?
When it’s pulling me under?
Pulling me underneath

-Deep End by Ruelle

I need to say a huge thank you to every single one of you that liked, reblogged or comment on my sketch of this. It means so much to me that you guys liked it! So here is the final painting, really hope you guys like  it <3

The Fawn & The Shadowsinger 🌸🌌 I did the final line art for this Elain x Azriel piece and stuck some gradients on it. Well apart from Az’s hands, I don’t have the patience for that today 🙈😂 I’m getting some Persephone x Hades vibes from it too and that makes my heart happy.


Final painted version here.

“Why don’t you tell me I’m pretty?” Elain said.

Azriel looked up from his book. She was standing in the doorway to the library—frustrated, unsure.

“You never tell me I’m pretty. You never compliment my dresses or the style of my hair.” She crossed to him, hands fisted in the skirts of her cobalt dress. “Why not? Why don’t you give me compliments like the other males?”

Azriel blinked and put down his book. “Because… because compliments are just words, and you don’t need words.” He stood and walked until they were an arm’s length apart. His voice was soft, low. “When you feared for your life, I gave you a knife so you could defend yourself. When you were lost, I asked you to teach me to garden so you would have purpose, and a place. When you were too sad to move or speak, I sat with you so you’d know you were not alone. And when you are happy I am content to sit in silence, to watch and to be, and to not waste those moments with silly observations about your appearance.”

He took a step toward her. And than another.

Her breath grew heavy the closer he got. When at last they shared breath, she whispered, “And what if I w-wanted silly observations?”

He stroked a knuckle down her cheek, to trace her jaw. She stilled, the world so quiet she measured the moments by the pounding of her heart.

“Then I would tell you that no ode to your beauty could ever do justice, and it would not have driven Truth-teller into the Hybern king’s neck.”

He stroked that knuckle down the line of her throat, to the neckline of the dress, trailing it over the tops of her breasts.

“I would tell you that pretty words about how the color of your cobalt dress brings out the warmth in your eyes would not have helped ground you in a new life nor give you purpose.”

He twirled a golden curl around his finger, then slowly tucked it behind her ear.

“I would tell you that nothing could be gained from knowing how a loose curl, hanging near your neck, drives me mad beyond belief with wanting—to touch, to taste—because it would not have gotten you out of bed all those months ago, nor made you feel any less alone.”

He leaned in and every ounce of focus went to what he might do next, where he might touch her next. The entire world balanced on a razor’s edge… his hand found the side of her face and he leaned in. She stopped breathing.

“And I would tell you that I have been in love with you, Elain Archeron, for a very, very long time.”

Azriel gently pressed his lips to hers. It was quiet and strong and light—a silken caress. And it was a beginning of something she had no words to describe.

*walks through my dark room without tripping on anything*

Me: it is I, High Lady of the Night Court, I am not afraid of darkness, I am darkness

anonymous asked:

Imagine Amren... babysitting the rest of the Inner Circle's children

Rhys: Jeremy, who told you it was okay to cut your own hair?

Jeremy: (shrugs) Aunty Amren said we should learn to do things for ourselves.
—-
Cassian: Laila, do you know where daddy’s siphons went?

Laila: I hid them under my pillow.

Cassian: And why would you hide daddy’s siphons under your pillow?

Laila: That’s where Aunty Amren hides all her sparkly things.
—–
Mor: NOAH. LIVING ROOM. NOW.

Noah: (trudges down the stairs) Yes, mother dearest?

Mor: Why are all the vases filled with goats blood?

Noah: Ms. Amren gave me $50 bucks to do it.
—–
Azriel: Rose, where it your brother?

Rose: (shrugs)

Azriel: Rose?

Rose: Last I saw him, he was sitting in the middle of the stairs to the House of Wind.

Azriel: And why would you leave Oliver there when you know he doesn’t have wings?

Rose: Aunty Amren said we teach people how to treat us. Oliver sent his shadows after me, so I made sure he’d never do it again.
—–
Feyre: Rhys, why does it look like you cut your own hair?

Rhys: Because I did.

Feyre: Why exactly?

Rhys: Because Amren told Jeremy that he should learn to do things for himself so he cut his own hair and i was going to scold him but then i realized that I’d never cut my own hair so it wouldn’t be fair to get mad at him for something I’d never tried so I tried and well….

Feyre: (pinches the bridge of her nose)
—–
Nesta: Laila, why did you paint flowers all over the bathroom mirror?

Laila: Because Aunty Amren said daddy is always ogling his muscles in it because he wants to impress mommy, and I thought they would make him feel pretty.
—–
Noah: Mother’s tits!

Mor: NOAH! LANGUAGE.

Noah: oops.

Mor: Did Amren teach you that?

Noah: No. Uncle Cassian says it when Laila and Aunt Nesta aren’t around.