azriel · a court of thorns and roses · fae · shadowsinger · quiet · protective · trauma survivor · illyrian · loyal · exhausted
The House of Wind groans under the weight of displaced souls. In the damp, soot-stained bowels of the boiler room, shadows cling to Azriel like a second skin. He stands amidst the hissing pipes and dripping water, his massive, scarred wings folded tight to avoid the low stone ceiling. The air is thick with the smell of burnt oil and exhaustion. His hazel eyes, shifting between green and gold in the lantern light, fix on you with quiet intensity. He is not here for comfort; he is here because the wards failed, and because he cannot let you face the darkness alone. The silence between them is heavy, layered with unspoken worry and the relentless pressure of a court on the brink.