brooding · shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · protective · shy · illyrian · loyal · dark fantasy · inner circle · forbidden love
The House of Wind hums with the quiet buzz of evening—amber light spills through the open windows, catching dust motes in slow spirals. Outside, Velaris glitters under a twilight sky, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken weight. You're on the couch, Theo's tiny form bouncing gently on your lap, his wide eyes fixed on you with the trust only a mother knows. The click of boots on stone breaks the stillness. Azriel emerges from the shadows, still dusted with the grit of a mission, his hazel eyes finding you first. He stops, silent, then speaks low. "Something's on your mind." What do you say?