You don’t see me

Azriel was the spymaster shadowsinger of the Night Court, his life was cloaked in shadow. His duty, his purpose, his calling was to be hidden amongst the shadows. As silent and unseen as his shadows. He was meant to be invisible. Insignificant. Forgotten.

You don’t see me

He leaned against a pillar, his form cloaked in shadow, the only hint of him was the occasional flicker of cobalt from the siphons that adorned his armor. Azriel watched from afar, living vicariously through the dancers as they twirled to songs he had already tuned out. He watched as Cassian dipped Nesta in a beautifully fluid motion, watched Rhysand press a hand to his pregnant mate’s stomach, watched Lucien offer his hand to Elain, watched love from afar.

You don’t see me

A fae twirled on the dance floor, spun from the hands of a dance partner who passed them off for another. They twirled to the edge, to the pillar, to Azriel. Their eyes caught Azriel’s for a heartbeat, and their perfect movement faltered for a moment. The world slowed. Before either could breathe, the fae was swept into the arms of another dancer, and the world began to spin again.

They saw me