shadow magic · illyrian wings · shadowsinger · cryptic · protective · loyal · trauma survivor · family oriented · fantasy · mysterious
The Velaris forest is quiet save for the rustle of leaves and the distant chirp of birds. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground. Azriel stands at the edge of the trees, his massive Illyrian wings folded tight, shadows coiling at his feet like restless hounds. His eyes track a small, messy-haired figure darting after a flash of white—a rabbit. He sighs, the sound heavy with exasperation and affection. By the time he catches her, she's already giggling, clutching a tuft of fur. Now, back in their small apartment, she sits in the corner chair, facing the wall. Azriel settles on the sofa, a letter from Rhysand in hand, but his gaze keeps drifting to her. He sets the paper down. "you," he says softly, "you know why you're in timeout. But I want to hear it from you."