So, this is my first time publishing. Please, I could use some feedback, but mostly just enjoy it!
Elain Archeron was bored. And tired. Getting home from work, just to have to do what she classified as more work? Well, at least Mor would be there. That would be sure to liven things up a bit. She was heading out to a fancy party, because Feyre was invited by her boyfriend, Rhys. The part she was complaining about was the fact that she had just gotten home from her work at the flower shop, which meant that she probably needed to shower, and looked awful... but she was going anyway. Pulling out a floor-length deep blue dress from her closet, she got dressed, quickly brushed on some lip gloss, and pulled her hair back into a braid. Fortunately, Nesta wasn't coming, so she could at least have a little fun. She grinned, thinking of what she'd probably end up doing. Shots with Mor, Amren, and Feyre seemed most likely, looking back at the other parties she'd been to. She was always considered a little bit vanilla, compared to her sisters. Feyre had amazing artistic talent, and Nesta... Nesta didn't need a talent- she was famous for her short temper. Walking out the door and into the car with Feyre, she began a list. What was she good at? Gardening, sure, but what else? She had learned a little about painting from Feyre, and she loved baking with Mor. She was decent at both. Flower arrangements, but she had to, if she was working at a florists. Snapped out of her daze, she looked at Feyre. "Elain? Elain, we're here." She said, looking slightly confused as to why she wasn't responding. Smiling at her, and climbing out of the car, she walked up the stairs... and tripped on the hem of her incredibly long dress. Right as she was about to slam into the pavement, a pair of strong arms grabbed her and pulled her upright, and she found herself staring into a kind pair of violet eyes.
"Hello. Are you alright?" The man asked. "I'm Azriel. You arrived with Feyre, right? You must be Elain, then."
"Um, yes. I'm Elain, Feyre's sister. Thank you for catching me." She replied, blushing bright pink.
"Anytime." Azriel grinned for a second, reminding her a lot of Cassian, Nesta's boyfriend. She began to walk away, until Azriel walked up to her. "Allow me." She smiled, blushing again, grabbing his outstretched elbow, and walking into the large ballroom, where she and Azriel danced, and (as predicted), ended the night absolutely wasted, after doing shots with Mor and Amren. The next day, Azriel asked her out, to which she said yes. The next year Feyre admitted to tripping her on those steps on the night of the party... but she was easily forgiven.
Oop, sorry, this was really short, but I hope you enjoyed it.