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Everyone had good and awful days. For Gwyn, this day was particular good. The weather was warm, the breeze moderate and the day free of any pressing responsibilities. The sky was clear enough that Azriel had suggested they have lunch near one of the cliffs on the coast of the Night Court, on one of the plains on which wildflowers had started to bloom to announce spring.
Looking up at him lying down next to her on the blanket, with his forearm supporting his weight, Gwyn decided that this was an excellent day indeed.
“I can’t believe he did this,” she said after hearing a new story about the inner circle and their adventures over the years.
She lowered the hand with which she had been tracing the tattoos peeking out of his shirt to push away the strand of hair that the wind had blown in her face.
Azriel tucked it behind her ear and shrugged. “No one is perfect, Berdara. Everyone must have flaws. Even you.”
He looked down at her with one corner of his mouth tugging into a smile and eyes that seemed to dare her to disagree with him.
Or course she knew that what he was saying was true. How dull life would be without nuances in colours and textures in personalities.
Still, Gwyn propped herself on her elbows and brought her face closer to him. She tilted her head to one side and feigned innocence when she asked, “Really Shadowsinger? What flaws do I have?”
For a second after the question left her mouth, Gwyn wondered if she was ready to hear the things about herself that might make him reconsider his feelings and intentions towards her. But as he looked at her, his eyes sparkled with a mischief that gave her the confidence and reassurance that she needed to know that nothing would easily break what they had built over months of trusting and supporting each other in every possible way. At least not the sides of them that they had already seen and accepted.
Considering the peaceful setting and their current inability to untangle their legs, Gwyn was convinced that Azriel would come up with something that would have her laugh at how its ridiculousness. But when he started, she was surprised to hear him mention her real flaws, raising a finger with every new one like he was reciting a list he had repeated over and over until he had come to know it by heart.
“Well, you are stubborn, a sore loser, reckless sometimes,...”
What? Surely he was exaggerating.
“...very often loud, petty when you want to,...”
Gwyn rolled her eyes and did the first thing she could think of to shut him up. She pressed her lips against his so hard that he had to stop talking. Except Azriel didn’t kiss her back like she had expected him to do; like he always did. Instead he pulled away and looked at her like he had been offended.
“Can you not interrupt me?” He raised his eyebrows at her, leaving Gwyn to furrow hers in puzzlement.
A smirk spread on Azriel’s lips as he resumed his stupid list.
“Where was I?” He looked at his fingers like they would give him the answer. “Right. Petty. You can also be a brat but I know that this one is only reserved for me.”
He winked at her with the last statement. With that, Gwyn decided that she had had more than enough. She wrapped her arms around Azriel’s neck and surged upward. In a swift move she had learned from the Shadowsinger himself, she rolled them both around and tackled him to the ground so she was on top.
Azriel’s laugh sounded better to her ears than any music. Every time Gwyn heard it, she felt like the colours around were somehow a little brighter, the air a little sweeter. Although it did not compare to how much better her world turned after he grabbed her face and pulled her down on him to kiss her properly.