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My theory has always been that it’s one of the Princes of Hel… it’s been awhile since I’ve read that book, but just her describing it always felt like it could be one of the Princes …
I still can’t get over how Mor’s POV in ACOFAS was just collectively forgotten…
Like, she was in the woods and there was a powerful dark entity STALKING HER
And then we get no further information and it’s been like six years
I’ve never heard any one even mention it
Cassian: Why'd you head-butt me?!
Mor: I was going to punch you, but I'm holding wine.
*Having a family dinner*
Amren: Can you pass the pepper?
Cassian: What’s the magic word?
Amren: *Clearly not impressed*
Amren: *Starts chanting in the old language*
Cassian: *Panicking and shoving pepper into Amren's hands* JUST TAKE IT! TAKE IT, OH MY GOD!
Cassian: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.
Mor: Aren't you forgetting something?
Cassian: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Mor's forehead before running out.*
Mor: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?
Morrigan: The only straight I am is a straight-up badass.
Cassian: Amren, give me your hairbrush
Amren: What?
Cassian: you don't have a hairbrush with you?
Amren: no???
*Feyre and Mor coming back home from a shopping trip*
Cassiam: Mor, do you have a hairbrush with you?
Mor: Of course, I'm not an animal.
I truly think Dusk Court’s potential heirs are Mor, Azriel, and Nesta. And Rhys will do fight for it because it’s part of the Night Court. Now that Bryce is gone, I think all four will feel the pull of Dusk clearly. I can hear the sound “ they both reached for the gun” for Dusk Court. It’s bound to be very very interesting.
I think that while everyone keeps talking about the Rhys vs Nesta conflict, the real conflict, I feel, will be Rhys vs Azriel and Mor. I think there is a lot of bad blood between the 3 of them. Plus, I think they are all Starborn and have claims on various Courts.
i have so many questions about mor:
so, she who owns horses in a secret estate in an unknown location. i need the logistics for this.
does she employ stablehands to come and visit, or do they also live on her estate. is she the one who visits everyday to look after them? just how big is her estate? can the horses roam free for a mile or is it a tiny place? and just how many horses does she have? and where does the IC think she lives? in Hewn City, or the moonstone palace, or the HoW, the townhouse? or does she now always reside in the River House? does she have an attachment to the HoW? how does she feel about it now that it’s nesta’s home? does she use the cover of dancing in Rita’s to keep everyone pacified about her whereabouts. how long can she be gone on her own (without informing anyone) before someone starts looking for her?
in the fifty years of Amarantha, was mor in velaris or hewn city? my memory is foggy, but i think she was stuck in velaris. who took care of her horses the entire time she was gone?
she says she wants to train with the valkyries. i don’t know where to search for this, but i’m pretty sure i read that mor learned all types of fighting styles from many different groups. was there a reason she didn’t join the original valkyries? and why is she interested in learning all fighting styles? is it her hobby? what about it specifically draws her to that?
rhys says they never talk about mor’s mother. why? mor says to feyre that her mother banned her from their quarters. again why? who is her mother? why so much focus on her father when her mother barely gets a mention? and why is mor more powerful that her father? is it to do with her mother’s bloodline? speaking of family, what is rhys and mor’s relationship like? i need more details. if anyone is truly rhys’ chosen sister, it’d be mor, wouldn’t it? and how was her relationship with rhys’ actual sister? did they get along? did rhys introduce mor to tamlin? what did she think about him before rhys and tamin’s father’s violent feud?
and why, after her fight with rhys over eris’ alliance to the night court, was she back to being chirpy the next morning? was there more conversations feyre was not privy to or is this how mor and rhys deal with conflict between each other?
when rhys died, feyre was in grief but she didn’t feel any weird magic other than the absence of the bond. did mor become next in line for that minute or two? where was she during this moment anyway?
is she also related to theia? is she starborn? is she a witch? what kind of healing powers does she have? witch healing powers? or is it just the typical fae healing abilities? why hasn’t she gotten angry enough to shake another mountain? why do we never see the extent of her powers? and, finally, the one everyone always asks, how exactly does her Truth power actually work?
when thinking about mor, i imagine her in a red dress, with red lips, red wine, high heels, and dancing at rita’s. but she’s an equestrian, who loves learning all types of sword fighting, who’s power grants her the ability to catch lies. i feel like she’s curated her image so well. is she hiding something or does she just value her privacy more than anyone else?
I need answers!
Azriel X Reader
Day Full of Love
Two hours. That’s how much time was left before you and Azriel were finally united forever. You couldn’t hide your feelings from your loving mate everytime you thought of it, unconsciously sending waves of love down the bond.
He was everything that you could’ve asked for. He might not see it himself, but you do. You knew he deserved happiness, even if he didn’t accept it. That’s what you intended to prove to him today.
Not only were you getting married to your mate, but you also had a small gift for him. You didn’t tell anyone about your surprise. Not even Mor, who was currently trying to peek into the small gift bag. “You know I can see you, right?”
She backed away hastily, hands up in surrender, “I was just making sure you didn’t leave any of your jewelry. Can’t have you missing anything.” You scoffed rolling your eyes. Mor couldn’t mind her business for the life of her. It was her ongoing curiosity that made you and Azriel reveal the truth about being mates. You both tried to hide it from your family, attempting to get used to the bond yourselves first, but thanks to her things didn’t go to plan.
“Sure…,” you murmured watching her out of the corner of your eye. You brushed out your uncooperative hair, growing frustrated with time. Feyre came to assist you, pulling your hair into an up do style, while you proceeded to put in earrings while looking out the window.
The wedding took place during sunset and at the moment the sun was barely over the horizon. Everything outside was set up, as far as you could tell from the window at least. The white banisters were hung high and the tables were covered with a cobalt blue table cloth. The chairs had small accents of silver and blue and the aisle…
The isle that you were going to walk down within the next few minutes was shimmering in the last rays of sunset. You couldn’t wait to see the way that Azriel would look at you as you walked down the aisle. The way he would take in the dress as it flowed around you. the way his eyes would connect with yours, sending his love and adoration down the bond you shared.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realize Feyre calling to you. her hands on your shoulders was what brought you back to reality. “Are you alright?” She asked softly. You nodded telling her that you were just thinking as she went to pick up your dress. You could see the understanding in her eyes at your words. “I was nervous before Rhys and I did the ceremony—“
“You mean the ceremony that I wan’t invited to,” Mor shouted from across the room. You couldn’t but laugh at the slightly guilty look of Feyre’s face. You were still upset about not being invited to her ceremony as well, but you didn’t let it show like Mor did.
She helped you step into your dress, responding with, “The situation was different back then, Mor, but I’ll make sure we include you next time we have a big event.”
“Me too,” you added, turning so she could zip up your gown. Thankfully you and Azriel didn’t have to worry about the threat of a war during this big moment. You couldn’t imagine how hard it was for Feyre and Rhys at that time.
You quickly grabbed the gift bag and left Feyre put on your veil. “I’ll make sure to invite you too.”
Mor, nudged Feyre’s shoulder, “You better.” She handed you the bouquet, “Now then let’s get this wedding started.”
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Azriel loved his brothers, no doubt about that, but at this current moment he wanted to erase them from the Night Court. Cassian spent the past twenty minutes crying over Azriel finally getting married, while Rhys recounted the time after his mating ceremony.
“He’s finally getting hitched, Rhys, can you believe it,” Cassian cried, slapping Azriel on the back causing his wings to flare. He sighed in irritation, all hopes of finally buttoning up his shirt lost.
There were only five minutes left. Five minutes and he still wasn’t fully dressed. Not that you would mind seeing him walk down the isle without a shirt.
Rhys could tell that Azriel was frustrated from the way his shadows frantically whipped around that room. Each dark wisp coming back to tell him where everything he needed was: the rings on the dresser and his shoes near the bed.
“Sit,” Rhys said, signaling at a chair. Azriel rushed over not caring about what his brother was trying to do. His attention was on his shirt that he still hasn’t finished fixing the buttons on. He was so focused on the item of clothing that he didn’t notice Cassian holding his shoes out to him or Rhys’s hands in his hair.
Azriel took his shoes, bending down to lace them. He pushed Rhy’s away every time he reached for his shoulder. “Do you ant me to finish your hair or not Az.”
Azriel’s head snapped up, “What?”
“Your hair.” Rhys handed him a mirror to look at the nest of hair on his head. Azriel cursed and promptly sat back. He couldn’t remember the last time Rhys had touched his hair. He used to do it five hundred years ago when they were kids, but eventually stopped after a while. The only person that touched the black hair on Azriel’s head now was you.
“There. What are we thinking?” Azriel inspected his hair throughly. You wouldn’t care what his hair looked like regardless, but he still wanted to make sure it looked perfect for you.
“I think we should add glitter,” Cassian suggested. “The girls at the camp told me that glitter makes everything look better.”
“Absolutely not,” Azriel deadpanned. Thinking about the small girls that he trained at the camp. As much as he adored them, he would not be adding any type of shimmer into his locks.
Rhys placed his hands on his brothers shoulders. “It’s time for you to get married.”
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Azriel’s eyes didn’t leave you as you made your way down the aisle. You had to stop yourself from running up to him when you first saw him. He was absolutely glowing in the last rays of the sunset. You could see the reddish brown membrane of his wings as you continued to step towards him, nearly crumpling under his gaze.
He looked at you in all the ways you imagined and more. His eyes completely devoured you and you could see the desire in his eyes more as you stood on the platform with him. “Hello beautiful,” he whispered, wrapping his arm around your waist. You wanted to kiss him badly at that moment, but you would have to save that for the end of the ceremony.
Rings were exchanged and white fabric was wrapped around your wrists to symbolize the band before you heard the words you had been waiting for. “You may now kiss the bride.”
Azriel swept you off your feet, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. It was unlike any kind of kiss he had given you before. His lips pressed against yours, telling you everything that he felt in that moment. You felt his love, his desperation, and his need all in one. The cheers in the background made you push Azriel’s chest. No matter how tempting it was at the moment, you didn’t want to give your entire family a show.
You were beaming as you listen to the cheers from Feyre, Cassian, Rhys, and, to your surprise, some claps from Amren.
The night continues with drinks, food, and plenty of congratulations. It was hard to get a private moment with your husband. You only managed to pull him away when everyone was dancing together, celebrating the new union in the family.
“I got you gift,” you said, handing him the small bag. You were nervous, very nervous. What would he say when he saw what was in the bag? How would he react? You couldn’t stop these thoughts from rushing though your head as you mate looked at you curiously.
“You didn’t have to get me anything love.”
“I know, but this is very special to me and I wanted to share it with you.”
“Just know I’m going to get you something in return.” You rolled your eyes at your husbands antics. He would never let you surprise him without repaying the favor.
You watched as he pulled a small cloth out of the bag. He squinted his eyes in suspicion, unfolding the item. “Is this what I think it is?” His eyes scanned the onesie in his hands. You nodded softly, tears brimming your eyes. Azriel enveloped you in his arms whispering into your hair, “When did you find out, beautiful?”
“Two months ago,” you said, burying your head into his neck.
He kissed you temple, “So this is why you wanted to move the wedding up.”
You nodded, at a lost for words. You remembered talking to Azriel about your plans to move the wedding up. When he asked you why you claimed it was because you couldn’t wait to get married to him. You could see the suspicion on his face, but that was the quickest thing you could come up with. Keeping secrets from the shadowsinger was a hard thing to do.
You sat there in Azriels arms for a while, the commotion around you disappearing. “Should we tell them too?” You asked, knowing how happy your family would be to hear the news.
“Not yet. I want to keep this a secret for a little while longer. Plus,” he turned to look at the rest of your family clinging their glasses together, “I think there’s been enough excitement for one day.”