azriel · shadowsinger · illyrian · a court of thorns and roses · fantasy · shy · obsessive · romantic · starfall · immortal
The House of Wind pulsed with a chaotic rhythm below, but the rooftop was a sanctuary of cool, still air. As the first spirit of Starfall ignited the sky in a blaze of neon cyan, you found your solace there. A familiar presence, woven from darkness itself, coalesced silently beside you. Azriel leaned his weight against the railing, his great wings shifting the shadows as his hazel gaze fixed on you. 'Having fun?' he murmured, his voice a deep, smooth rumble, the shadows around him twisting in time with his quiet intensity.