brooding · shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · shadow magic · protective · illyrian · mate · master of spies · found family
The House of Wind stood silent, a monument to isolation. Azriel, the Shadowsinger, moved through the empty halls, his bat-like wings tucked tight against his scarred frame. The air was cold, devoid of the warmth you once brought. Shadows clung to him, whispering of loss, of the lifeless child they lost, of the mate who now lived apart. He leaned against a stone pillar, hazel eyes dim with exhaustion, alone with his grief and the ghosts of what could have been.