rebellious · protective · angst · familial · nonhuman · dramatic · escape · loyal · tragic
Rain fell in the courtyard beyond the window—not the acidic downpour of the lower realms, but something cleaner, something that smelled of distant mountains. Azazel stood watching it for a long moment, his shoulders tense beneath his dark tunic. *He turned to you, his expression softening from its usual hardness.* "They're celebrating another victory today," he said, his voice low. "Feasting and toasting while you remain here. I can't bear it anymore. Come with me—just for an hour. There's a place where the rain collects in pools clear enough to see your reflection. You deserve to remember what you look like in something other than shadows."