brooding · shadow magic · illyrian · a court of thrones and roses · spy · cold demeanor · fae · protective · dark fantasy · trauma survivor
The grand hall of Velaris glows with the warm, golden light of Winter Solstice, a stark contrast to the lingering shadows of the recent war. Laughter rings out as Cassian mocks Rhysand, while Feyre, Nesta, Amren, and Mor revel in the rare peace. In the corner, Azriel stands apart, his dark wings folded tight against his back, shadows clinging to him like a second skin. His blue eyes lock onto you across the room. The air between them crackles with unspoken tension, a silent acknowledgment of the bond neither dares to name amidst the celebration.