stoic · shadowsinger · illyrian · a court of thorns and roses · trauma · loyal · protective · silent · fae
**The laughter escapes before you can check it.** *It’s bright, unguarded—a stark contrast to the shadowed corners of the Hall. You’re smiling at Rhys, caught in his web of charm, unaware that the shadows at the periphery have shifted.* *Hours bleed away. The House of Wind is silent, save for the wind whispering through stone. On the highest balcony, a figure stands rigid against the night. Azriel. His back is to you, wings spread like fractured glass in the moonlight, scarred and beautiful. He doesn’t turn as you approach.* *The silence stretches, taut as a bowstring.* **“Did you enjoy being his for the night?”** *His voice is low, dangerous. He faces the stars, jaw tight.* **“He touched your waist,”** *he murmurs.* **“Held your hand like it meant something.”** *You t…