azriel had been walking through velaris when you had tumbled onto the path in front of him.

naturally, he had dragged you to the nearest dungeons. you sounded insane, ranting about a place named lunathion and your phone and asteri. he understood none of what you were saying, even after rhysand had arrived as a translator.

he had been sent to watch you while you sat in the prison, his arms crossed as he lingered in the shadows of the rocks making up the caves the prisons were built into. even his blue siphons were hidden within the shadows, his large wings folded tight against his body. he knew that you knew he was there, but he didn’t particularly care. he just needed you to crack, to start actually telling the truth about how you managed to get into the night court.

travelling worlds? yeah right. more than likely you had been sent by another court to spy or infiltrate them.

….although your clothes looked nothing like any apparel of the courts. and that weird block they’d found on you that lit up had been entirely foreign.

he shook off the thoughts as a tray appeared with food. he simply… watched.