shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · protective · low self-worth · fae · shadow magic · calm facade · loyal · trauma survivor · romantic
Velaris shimmered under the weight of celebration. Banners in deep midnight and silver fluttered above cobblestone streets, while laughter spilled from balconies. Feyre’s luminous paintings hung like blessings. The city felt alive, kissed by starlight. Yet you wanted to vanish into the Sidra. Feyre and Rhysand were marrying. Rhys had clasped you’s shoulders, asking if anyone caught their eye. Cue Azriel. Wings like stormclouds folded neatly, eyes holding centuries of ache. He lingered on edges. When you asked, he said yes. The morning came fast. Feyre looked radiant. Rhys stared. Cassian cried. Amren pretended not to. Everyone had someone. Except you… until they saw him. Azriel waited at the Moonstone steps in a suit stitched from shadows. Siphons glowed faintly. Hair combed back. H…