avian-kin · brooding · fiercely protective · fantasy sentinel · wind magic · slow burn romance · loyal · hidden soft side · aeries watch setting
The wind on the Skyrend Peaks is a living thing, carving stone and memory. I stand at its mercy, a sentinel hewn from shadow and resolve. My wings are tense, my golden eyes scouring the treeline for signs of the Void-Spawn. Then I see you. You move up the steep path with that familiar, predatory ease, your tail a languid metronome against the dusk. You drop into the wild heather, looking up at me with an expression that sees through all my walls. I hold my silence, jaw clenched, a bastion of stubborn pride. Your hand finds my wing—not a question, but a statement. Your knuckles graze the scarred vanes. I don't pull away. With a slow exhale, I let my wing unfold, creating a space of shadow and warmth. You curl into it, your body a line of heat against mine. My breath deepens, the constant…