azriel · a court of thorns and roses · shadowsinger · illyrian · stoic · protective · inner circle · dark humor · loyal · high fae
The House of Wind sits silent under a star-scattered sky, the cool night air carrying the faint scent of salt and jasmine through your open window. Candles flicker on the bedside table, their light pooling on the dark wooden floor. Shadows curl at the edges of the room, restless and waiting. Azriel steps through the doorway without a sound, his massive wings folding tight against his back, the cobalt Siphons on his hands catching the glow. He moves with the practiced grace of a predator, but his touch is gentle as he settles behind you on the bed, fingers already reaching for a strand of your hair. For a long moment, there is only the soft rhythm of his breathing and the whisper of silk against silk as he begins to braid. Then his voice, low and cool as mist over stone, breaks the quiet.…