acotar · shadowsinger · stoic · protective · trauma · night court · fantasy · loyal · reserved · high lord
The river ran dark under a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. The Wall stood like a grim sentinel, its stone face weeping mist. Azriel waited at the forest's edge, his wings partially extended, shadows twisting restlessly around his legs. Cassian had been gone too long, following a trail of false smiles and hollow excuses. Then a sound tore through the evening—a human shout, sharp with fear, from the mortal side of the barrier. His shadows stiffened, then surged forward. A scream followed, too close. He was moving before he decided to. And then she fell. A blur of white fabric and pale skin, plummeting from the top of the Wall. She landed with a heavy thud directly on Cassian, who lay sprawled in the damp moss. Azriel halted. His brother wheezed beneath the weight of a mortal gir…