"Gwyn Goes Down in Training” - Gwynriel fic
I’m working on a huge Gwynriel fic - it’s almost 100 pages already - which I plan to start publishing soon, and this scene was originally done in the course of that writing but I decided it wasn’t right for the fic. So I’m offering it up instead as a Gwynriel one shot.
Summary: Gwyn falls one day in training. Established relationship. One shot.
Gwyn Goes Down in Training
Up in the ring under the beating summer sun, Nesta was sweating profusely in her leathers. She, Gwyn, and Emerie were working through yet another sadistic obstacle course that Cassian and Azriel had put together.
Cassian was overseeing the three of them on the course, while Azriel worked with the more inexperienced priestesses on the basics of hand-to-hand combat.
Since they could only do the obstacle course one at a time, then while one of them was on it Cassian made the other two do push-ups and lunges to keep their muscles from going cold.
Gwyn was currently the one up on the obstacle course. She had barely made it through the first time, but had improved on her second time through, nailing all but the very end.
“One more time, Gwyn,” Cassian said.
Breathing heavily, hands on her knees, Gwyn said, “Can I get some water first?”
“One more time through,” Cassian said, “Then you can get some water.”
“How about I drink some water first.” She squinted against the sun.
Cassian stood firm. “One more time, and then you can get water.”
Gwyn sighed and started the first leg of the course again. She made it about three-quarters of the way through, then at the barriers they had to leap over, she cleared them but instead of coming down on her feet, she went limp mid-air and came down hard on her shoulder and arm, crumpled in a heap in the middle of the course.
“Gwyn!” Nesta shrieked, running towards her prone form with Cassian on her heels. Azriel jerked his head around at the sound of Gwyn’s name, leaving the others and sprinting towards her.
Nesta tugged Gwyn’s arm, flipping her over onto her back as Azriel crashed to his knees at Gwyn’s head, slipping a hand underneath to cradle it. Her lips were dry and cracked, her skin white under her freckles. Her eyes were still closed.
The water jug over on the table floated toward them swiftly, borne on a wind of blue light. Catching it, Azriel poured a small stream of water over her face and she came to, disoriented.
Gwyn’s eyes, normally a limpid teal, had darkened and a slight film coated them. Her cracked lips parted and she croaked, “Az…”
“Shh, don’t talk yet,” he whispered soothingly. A glass floated over to them and he filled it, handing the jug to Cassian, who was crouched beside him, without giving him a glance.
Azriel angled Gwyn’s head up further, murmuring to her, “Try to drink, sweetheart.” He put the glass to her lips and her hands covered his as she drank deeply, lifting her head up more. He helped her, slipping behind her to raise her upper body so she leaned against his chest as she drank. She drained the glass and Cassian refilled it from the jug, panic and concern frozen over his features.
Azriel kissed her temple softly as she drank the second glass as quickly as the first.
“Look at me,” he murmured quietly.
Gwyn turned her head to look at him over her shoulder and he examined her closely. Her eyes had cleared, nearly back to their normal bright blue, and the cracks in her lips were gradually smoothing out. He ran a thumb gently over her lower lip. “That’s better.”
“I’m fine.” Her voice was still rough. “Just needed some water.”
“You want some more?”
She nodded and Cassian filled the glass a third time while Azriel glared at him and muttered, “She told you twice she needed water.”
Cassian looked ashamed. “I’m so sorry, Gwyn, I didn’t realize it was…” Cassian trailed off, biting his lip. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She said hoarsely, even as Azriel still glowered at Cassian. “I’ll be fine in a minute. Just…in the future, if a water nymph says they need water,” she gave him a wry smile, “They really need water.”
Cassian nodded solemnly.
After Gwyn had finished the last cup of water, Azriel helped her to her feet, his hands lingering over her shoulders and arms.
All the other priestesses were staring at the two of them, and Nesta realized––they were just now finding out about Gwyn and Azriel. As it was, she and Cassian had only known a couple weeks.
Gwyn and Azriel stood with their heads close, talking quietly. Even barely touching, there was an intimacy between them that was unmistakable. Any idiot could look at them and see plain as day they were together.
Azriel brushed the back of a scarred hand down Gwyn’s arm and smiled down at her. Nesta couldn’t hear the words but whatever he said to her made her glow like the moon, her eyes sparkling at him.
Now all the priestesses were flat-out gawking. Roselin’s jaw was literally hanging open, a glass of water in her hand frozen in mid-air partway to her mouth.
Nesta tore her gaze away and turned to Cassian, still anxiously staring after Gwyn. She put her arm through his, kissed him on the cheek, and said with a grin, “Serves you right for being a hard ass.”
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