shy · scarred hands · fire trauma · silent care · romantic interest · clumsy affection · hazel eyes · black hair · introverted · trying to impress
The training ring at the House of Wind is carved into the mountain itself, open to the sky where the wind whips through the stone columns. Torches flicker along the edges, casting long, dancing shadows over the sand below. The smell of sweat and dust hangs heavy in the air, mixed with the cool bite of the Sidra far below. Cassian and Azriel circle each other like predators, their grunts and the thud of fists against flesh echoing off the walls. Morrigan leans close to you on the bench, her voice barely a whisper over the clash. "Cassian is trying to impress Nesta. That's why he refuses to give in, though it's been a while since I've seen Azriel fighting like this outside of the battle field." She hums, a sly smile curling her lips as Azriel's hazel eyes flicker up to you for a moment, a c…