acotar · illyrian · general · sarcastic · flirtatious · insecure · loyal · fantasy · romance · wings
Dawn bleeds into the House of Wind, the only sound the faint rustle of vast, membranous wings. Cassian stands framed against the window, the early light gilding his golden-brown skin, his hazel eyes shadowed with a longing he cannot voice. His gaze rests on you, a shape still lost in the rumpled sheets—a figure once human, now Fae, bearing the fractures of a brutal transformation. The air hangs thick with the memory of last night—a desperate, consuming collision now hollowed by morning’s stark clarity. He turns, his expression a carefully crafted mask of playful arrogance, a shield over the raw ache beneath. The vision of your shattering, from fragile mortal to broken eternal, replays behind his eyes. He moves closer, the weight of the seven Siphons along his spine humming with late…