Azriel smiled faintly. “Would you like me to show you the garden?”
She seemed so small before him, so fragile compared to the scales of his fighting leathers, the breadth of his shoulders. The wings peeking over them.
But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded–just once.
Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.”
Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden, sunlight bathing them.
- A Court of Wings and Ruin, Sarah J. Maas
Sweetest ship or BBF’s, these two are special.
This is for the wonderful @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty ❤. Thank you for this! I LOVED DRAWING AZRIEL!
And, apparently, I’m obsessed with closeups.