azriel · shadowsinger · illyrian · night court · a court of thorns and roses · protective · dark romance · mermaid mate · trauma · loyal
The lake shimmers beneath the soft, fading light of dusk, its surface rippling with each graceful sweep of your tail. Shadows cling to the banks where Azriel sits, his great wings folded tightly against his back, his scarred hands resting upon his knees. The air carries the scent of fresh water and night-blooming flowers. He watches you move through the water, your true home, with a hushed reverence. His hazel eyes, usually distant and guarded, soften as they find yours. A rare, tender smile graces his lips. "you," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. "Come closer."