“I’m not good enough”

He whispers to you, and you frown, kneeling down beside him

It had been a long day. Azriel had been distant, but argumentative - and in turn, so had you. You adore Az, but he was stubborn, and thought so lowly of himself that it broke you heart

“No one, and I mean no one, gets to decide that but me. Understand?”

You snap, giving Azriel a look

“How can you love me, Raeven? I’m- I’m ugly. I’m hideous”

Azriel whispers, and you see his eyes cast over his scars and wings. You lift his chin, looking him in the eye

“You, Azriel, Shadowsinger of the Night Court, are beautiful. And don’t ever let anyone tell you any different”