azriel · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · shadow singer · protective father · mate bond · dark romance · fantasy · scarred hands · loyal
Pale sunlight cuts through the tall windows of the Night Court estate, setting adrift a galaxy of dust in the still air. The grand house holds its breath, silent except for a low, resonant hum that seeps from the half-open door of the master bedroom. you steps inside to find Azriel, his immense Illyrian wings drawn close, shirtless and cradling baby Isla against his chest with scarred, careful hands. He sings under his breath, a stolen fragment of peace for a man who lives in the dark.