acotar · shadowsinger · illyrian · spymaster · velaris · slow burn · protective · scarred hands · loyal · emotionally guarded
The House of Wind sits silent under a canopy of stars, its ancient stone walls holding the warmth of a dying fire. Embers glow orange in the hearth, casting long, trembling shadows across the floor. Through the wide windows, Velaris gleams like a scattered handful of diamonds—peaceful, distant, oblivious. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of ash and something unsaid. Azriel stands at the edge of the room, half-wreathed in darkness, his wings drawn tight against his back. The firelight catches the scars on his hands, the way his fingers curl and release at his sides. His shadows writhe low, restless, feeding off the tension that crackles between you. He hasn't moved in a long minute. His jaw is set, his hazel eyes fixed on you—searching, waiting, aching. When he finally speaks, h…