Art by @mftdernandez. Comm by @freyjas-musings
The prompts for week 1 of Gwynriel Weeks is here! If you have any questions regarding the prompts, please don’t hesitate to send us a message!
Day 1: Firsts
Nesta said it herself that things were just getting started between Azriel and Gwyn, which also means that there are many firsts to come for these two!
Today is the day to envision Gwynriel’s first kiss, first Starfall, first date, etc!
Day 2: Complementary
Gwyn and Az complement each other in many ways with their personalities, hobbies, and even their aesthetic.
How do you personally see them and the many ways they work well together?
Day 3: Confessions
You can’t have a love story without a confession right? For today’s prompt, think of the different confessions Gwynriel may make to one another as they go through their romance.
Are they confessing their wants? Their fears? Maybe even their love for each other?
Day 4: Warriors
Gwyn and Az are the only ship where both characters are Carynthian warriors, with Gwyn also being a Valkyrie warrior and Az being a Shadowsinger!
How do you think this dynamic plays out in both the battle field and the training ring?
Day 5: Domestic Life
After everything they’ve been through, Gwynriel deserve to bask in the more mundane activities in day to day life.
Maybe the two of them are napping or taking a stroll? Reading on the couch cuddled up? Or possibly even looking after a family together?
Day 6: Mates
There have been heavy hints and parallels of Gwyn and Az being mates throughout ACOSF and the bonus chapter.
How do you imagine their mated life? What imagery comes to mind when you think of Gwynriel as mates?
Day 7: Healing
Gwyn and Azriel both have healing journeys that they need to go on, especially in regards to how they both view their own self worth.
How do you think they help one another overcome their past traumas and hardships? What do you imagine a healing journey between them to look like?
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Here's a small masterlist that I created for you! It will be updated constantly with new content! Enjoy xx
ELUCIEN MOODBOARDS
Elain and Lucien - Postcards from the Courts of Prythian
Elain and Lucien - Modern AU for Elucienweek2023
Elain and Lucien - Travel Prompt for Elucienweek2023
Elain and Lucien - Sunshine Prompt for Elucienweek2023
Modern!Elucien x Dancing With Our Hands Tied
Elucien x The Tortured Poets Department
MISC MOODBOARDS
Azris - Inspired by Howl by iftheshoef1tz
Azris - How Soon Is Now? inspired by what hath night to do with sleep by iftheshoef1tz
Alex Galaxy Stern - Ninth House
Kaz and Inej - Six of Crows
Gwynriel - for My Whole Life is Ruined by SeparatistApologist
LUCIEN VANSERRA - I AM A ROLLING STONE
ZOYA NAZYALENSKY: ALL HAIL THE DRAGON QUEEN
NESSIAN X GASOLINE
ERIS VANSERRA, FUTURE HIGHLORD
PLAYLISTS
Elucien - Your heart beating through the stone
DRAMIONE - I've got nothing left to lose besides you
AZRIEL SHADOWSINGER
POV: You're training with Cassian
Azris - "We were born sick", you heard them say it
DayNight - You remind me that I'm alive.
Nesta Archeron - I'm not a Woman, I am a God
Nessian - The Ultimate Playlist
Bryce and Hunt - Crescent City
Darlington and Alex - Ninth House
Kaz Brekker - The boy with the broken halo
Six of Crows - This motherfucking clique
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Finally came home from work not wanting to immediately crash into bed so worked on the Gwynriel Starfall drabble I mentioned the other day.
So here, have your pain. Be prepared for tears.
TW: discussions of grief, allusions to self harm/thoughts
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A hush fell over the gathered crowd as the lights dimmed and everyone's gaze turned skyward. It was then Azriel noticed that Gwyn was no longer among the crowd.
Truth be told, he'd been somewhat surprised she'd accepted the invitation to the annual Starfall party Rhys- and now Nesta- hosted at the House of Wind. The Blood Rite the prior year had clearly shaken the priestess, which he did not fault her for in the slightest, but the result was that- according to her friends- some of the progress she'd made towards leaving the Library and the priestess hood behind had regressed. This party was meant to be a reintroduction of sorts to life outside, reacquainting Gwyn with what it feels like to socialize with new people.
She would be safe here, he knew that. Even with all the visiting guests from other courts, between himself, Cassian, Nesta, Emerie and even Rhys and Mor, someone would always be looking out for her should she find herself overwhelmed. Yet, when he looked around a moment before, he had see Nesta, and Emerie chatting with Cresseida, Cassian had been having a lively discussion with Helion, Rhys and Feyre were showing off their son to group of adoring admirers, and Mor and Amren were drinking and laughing in a corner with Vivianne. Everyone was accounted for- except Gwyn.
But he hadn't seen her leave.
He could sense his shadows urging him back inside and he allowed them to lead him as they propelled up through the House and up the stairs to the training ring. There, laying on one of the training mats that had been left out from the morning, with her dress fanned around her legs, was Gwyn.
She didn't make a sound as he approached, just lay there, arms splayed out at her sides, staring up at the night sky where the stars had begun to fall. She didn't even acknowledge him as he crouched to sit beside her but, as he got closer, he noticed a lone tear glittering on her cheek.
Instantly concerned, he reached out to gently swipe it away, growing evermore concerned as she continued to ignore his presence as though she were not aware of him.
"Gwyn," he asked softly. She did not look at him but he saw the slight flicker of her eyes that said she'd heard him. "Are you alright?"
Her lips parted but all that escaped was a choked breath. His shadows immediately slithered towards her, wrapping consolingly around her arm. Some unnamed feeling sparked in his chest at her obvious distress by he tamped it down. "May I join you?"
Carefully, he stretched out beside her, the tips of his fingers a bare inch from hers and for a long moment, neither of them spoke while they watched the sky.
After what felt like hours while his mind swirled with concern, wondering what had upset her so badly, she said-"It's been four years."
He blinked, momentarily nonplussed.
"I haven't watched Starfall properly in four years, since before-" She didn't finish the sentence, but she didn't have to.
Since before the attack on Sangravah. Since those brutes had abused her. Since she'd come to the library.
Since she'd lost her sister.
Somehow, he knew it was the last point that bothered her the most.
He said nothing, allowing her to speak her thoughts in her own time. Slowly but surely, she did.
"At first, it was because it had only just happened. I'd barely been in the Library a month. Time- or rather, the passing of it, I suppose, still didn't seem real. Nothing felt real."
There was a painful constriction in his chest as he listened to her and familiar guilt rose in him. She was yet another person he'd failed to save. Sure, she was alive and well now, but he hadn't been able to spare her the pain and indignity of what those bastards had done to her. Had not been able to spare her the horror of watching her twin die in front of her. Hadn't been able to save any of the many of other priestesses who'd lost their lives that terrible night.
"After that I- I stayed in my rooms, didn't even look out the window. It was a punishment of sorts, I think. Because I was here and she wasn't." Her voice became choked, and he knew she'd begun crying again. "She would never see these things again, why should I?"
Azriel felt a stab of pain at her words. Had that not been the exact thought he and Cass and Mor had had that first year without Rhys? Knowing he was locked under that mountain, unable to see the stars they all loved so much, why should they be allowed to enjoy it? Of course, Rhys had eventually come home... Gwyn's sister never would.
"That first year was the hardest," she continued through her tears. "The holidays and celebrations were the worst I think. Catrin and I had always shared them together just like we shared everything. And then I was suddenly alone, and I felt- I felt so lost. Sometimes I hated her for it. For leaving me here with all these memories and all this pain- she left me alone-"
Her breath stuttered as she held back a sob and Azriel felt his throat grow tight.
"There were nights- dark nights- when I thought about- when I wanted to join her...."
Azriel's heart stilled, his body going cold all over as something roared inside of him, screaming in fury at the thought of never knowing this woman. Of not watching her grow and flourish into the warrior he now knew. But he couldn't say the feeling she described was foreign to him.
He may never have lost someone so precious to him that he felt compelled to join them in the beyond. Indeed, he often had to acknowledge how blessed he was that every single soul he cared about was still on this earth. But there had been times if he'd wondered if perhaps they might all be better if he were not there.
He said none of this out loud. He wasn't ready to acknowledge those thoughts, not now. But... one day... She understood, he realized, she would understand, she would not judge him. Perhaps one day, he'd tell her what he'd never told anyone else.
Her soft voice brought him back to the present.
"It wasn't until that first Solstice without her, when I was attending service and the priestess spoke about darkness giving birth to light, and the renewal of the Mother, that I realized I had found solace in those moments int he chapel. In song, in prayer, in reflection... And I realized, she would not have wanted this for me. For me to remain hidden away from the world. She would have wanted me to live..."
She sucked in a shaky breath and when she spoke again her voice was broken. "She would have been so disappointed in me-"
Azriel's heart ached unbearably. He inched his hand to the side, his fingers seeking hers, seeking permission to touch and she allowed it, wrapping her hand around his and squeezing tightly.
"I couldn't bear it- I was disappointed in myself as well. Disappointed that I wasn't ready, that I could barely stomach the thought of leaving this place that had become my haven- my safe port in a storm..."
"It wasn't until I met Nesta- and Emerie- and Cassian.... and you- that I started to feel like I didn't need that port anymore. I could be my own anchor. But I was- am, still scared..."
Azriel was incapable of speaking with the well of emotion in him, so he just squeezed her hand back, trying to convey without words that it was ok that she was still scared. That whenever she was ready, Nesta and Emerie, Cass and himself would all be there to catch her when she jumped.
He would always be there to catch her.
He'd thought his heart had broken as he listened to her describe her grief, but it was the stark regret in her next words that shattered him.
"What if I missed her?"
He didn't know what she meant at first, until he realized she wasn't just looking up at the stars that streaked by. She'd been scanning them, as though looking for something.
"When her soul passed through from this world, what if I missed her while I was hiding away in my room like a coward? I- I never got to say goodbye- what if I missed her?"
Azriel squeezed his eyes shut, unable to hold back his own tears any longer. After a moment, he managed to say. "So say it now. Say goodbye. I'm sure- wherever she is, she hears your heart. She knows." He turned his head to look at her and found her looking back at him with a fathomless expression that begged for absolution. "Goodbye isn't for her, Gwyn. It's for you. So say it now, if you're ready to."
Fresh tears filled her eyes, making them glisten in the starlight, almost like they were glowing. Her chin wobbling slightly, she turned back to the sky, squeezing her eyes shut as her lips moved in a silent prayer until sobs overtook her.
With a slight tug on her hand, she rolled into his side, pressing her face his shoulder as she sobbed and he held her quietly through tears of his own until the stars faded and they drifted into sleep together, still clinging tightly to one another.
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