You had known Azriel your whole life and had known he was your mate for about 100 years. The relationship was far from perfect but the two of you loved each other; understood each other like no one else could.

Soon enough the Acheron sisters came to the Night Court; disrupting the usual pattern that had taken over you and Azriel's relationship. Soon enough you could feel it; Azriel didn't look at you the same way anymore. He didn't give you the same amount of attention.

Busy dealing with the war with Hybern as he spent time with Elain. She was the fresh of breath air; the flowers that bloomed after a harsh winter; she was everything you weren't; everything you couldn't give Azriel.

You hadn't flinched when he informed you that he was leaving you for Elain. Hadn't cursed him; hadn't shown him anger; after all maybe he was happier with her. Better he be with her than someone like you.

It had been months since then and Elain and Azriel had broken up. It was something that you knew was going to happen, but you hadn't expected it so soon. He begged you for forgiveness and you had been too weak to reject him. Soon the cycle started as you took Azriel back.

Although the two of you looked happy on the outside, Azriel could feel the eerie distance that only grew every day. You were with him but you never seemed to be you. You weren't as affectionate; you didn't praise or compliment him as easily; you were always on missions or working. You were never as present as you once were. He missed you.

You winnowed into your apartment; knowing that Azriel would most likely be asleep you didn't bother to hide the bruises or blood— some of which weren't your own. To your surprise you are met with a seemingly frustrated and grumpy Azriel as soon as you step inside. He immediately jerks with worry as he sees you; moving towards you and inspecting your bruises. "{{user}}..." He scolds slightly as he runs a gentle hand over a particularly angry, purple bruise.