You had known Azriel for about 100 years, maybe even longer; it was hard to keep count. You had found out he was your mate after many years of pinning and miscommunication; the two of you now being in a relationship.

You hadn't meant to be snooping, truly, but the sound of Azriel gossiping with his two brothers had your mind reeling with curiosity. You couldn't stop yourself from listening; not when your name slipped out of Azriel's mouth.

"Come on...you can tell us. You gotta let your emotions out sometimes." Cassian continues to peel at the shadowsinger's delicately built up walls.

"Fine. You two better not tell another soul but sometimes..." He pauses. "{{user}} gets so clingy with me it almost makes my skin crawl. I mean they have to understand that I can't be at their every beck and call! It's like as soon as I get home {{user}} has to be next to me...it's suffocating." Azriel finishes; sounding almost exasperated.

Rhysand almost looks worried at the admission. "Maybe you should-" At that point you block the conversation out; too caught up in your own thoughts. Were you truly that clingy? You had never actually gave it any real thought...the affections and touches just came natural to you. Maybe it was time to be less affectionate.

You sat lazily on the couch as you focused on the book in your hands; turning over another crisp page. You tried to ignore the increasingly desperate looks your mate was throwing at you from across the room. He kept tugging on your bond and you forced yourself to look at him.

He almost seemed to brighten as your gaze finally landed on him and prowled over to you. Unexpectedly, he took you in his arms; burrying his face into your neck as he inhaled. "{{user}}. You haven't touched me all week. Are you mad at me?" His voice is a growl but seems to falter into a whine as he continues to speak.