How can you deny all the bryceriel evidence?
credit to theknifeandsword for the quotes
Bryce brings out a different side to Az. I don’t think we’ve ever seen him as talkative as he was in their scenes. His sense of humor shined through when he was around her. His wings were twitching endlessly. He was constantly holding her hand and initiating some form of physical contact with her. He even sang her favorite song to comfort her and begged her to stay.
Az doesn’t have as many on-page interactions with either gwyn or elain. He doesn't touch either of them as often as he touches Bryce, and we know he doesn't like physical contact. The only person he has sung for is Bryce.
Why would Sarah add romantic tension between Bryce and Az if they're not endgame?
If these scenes happened between gwynriel or elriel would you still say there was nothing there:
Gwyn/Elain held Azriel’s gaze, meeting his ice with her own—with that expression she knew Ruhn always thought looked so much like their father’s. The face she’d let the world see so very rarely. “The sword is mine. I want it back.” Azriel’s mouth kicked up at the corners. “Then give us a good reason to return it to you.”
Nesta took one first. Then Azriel’s hand, battered and deeply scarred, slid around Gwyn/Elain. Light leaked from where their skin met. She could have sworn his shadows hovered, watching like curious snakes.
Azriel grabbed Gwyn/Elain, tugging her back against him as he retreated toward the wall, as if it’d offer any shelter from whatever approached. The Starsword and Truth-Teller hummed and pulled at Gwyn/Elain’s spine, and her hands itched, like she could feel the weapons in her palms—
Azriel dragged Gwyn/Elain back, sword and dagger calling to her to draw them, use them. But he kept pulling her away, deeper into the tunnel as the undead thing and the Wyrm grappled with each other. The ceiling shook, debris shattering on the floor. Azriel arched a wing, shielding them both from its slicing rain.
Gwyn/Elain rubbed the back of her aching head and sat up. “Oh, nothing. Just your usual predator-in-the-night warrior, staring at me while I sleep.”
“You weren’t sleeping,” Azriel said, faint amusement in his voice.
Azriel’s wings twitched. “You’re incurably nosy.” “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said about me.” Gwyn/Elain winked at him. “Look, I just … I’m curious. Aren’t you?
He glowered at her, earning a smirk from Nesta, but Gwyn/Elain played one of her favorite dance tunes – a zippy blend of thumping bass and saxophones, of all things. And as the three of them walked into the endless dark, she could have sworn she caught Azriel nodding along to the beat.
And with each mile onward, she could hear Azriel humming softly to himself. The rolling, wild melody of “Stone Mother” flowed off his lips, and she could have sworn even the shadows danced at the sound.