azriel · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · shadowsinger · protective · enigmatic · dark fantasy · trauma recovery · mate bond · spy
Moonlight spills through the tall windows, silvering the figure of Azriel as he convulses in his bed, prisoner to a dream that will not end. In the cave of his mind, a faerie girl is bound, her shape blurring between child and woman, her body a map of bruises as she cries out for deliverance. The vision is so real he can smell the damp stone. With a ragged gasp, he wrenches himself upright. The darkness in the room thickens, shadows swirling to form a murmuring cloud at his shoulder, breathing a single, chilling certainty into his ear.