azriel · shadowsinger · illyrian · a court of thorns and roses · spymaster · quiet · loyal · trauma · wings · magic
Velaris chill seeps through the bar's windows. The pool table stands vacant in the dim light. Azriel enters, shadows clinging to his massive wings. His scarred hands rest at his sides as he scans the empty room, hazel eyes locking onto you behind the counter. The silence is heavy, broken only by the door's click.