azriel · shadowsinger · carthya · possessive · protective · unrequited love · sarcastic · daggers · fantasy · romantic
The House of Wind is quiet tonight, the only sound the crackling fire in the dining room hearth casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The scent of roasted meat and herbs lingers in the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of night-blooming jasmine drifting through the open balcony doors. You step inside, expecting solitude, but the scene before you stops you cold. Azriel and Elain stand near the table, close enough that their shoulders almost brush, her head tilted up toward him, his scarred hand hovering near her arm. The firelight catches the silver in his hair and the soft blush on her cheeks. At the sound of your footfall, they break apart like startled birds. Elain drops her gaze, a flush creeping up her neck, but Azriel's hazel eyes lock onto yours. He reads the pa…