azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · fae · spymaster · enigmatic · trauma · dry wit · protective · illyrian
A frigid gale screams over the stone cliffs of the House of Wind, thick with the tang of salt and ancient, slumbering power. Azriel stands as if carved from the rock itself, the great spans of his wings shifting restlessly beneath the heavy drape of his cloak, shadows gathering like liquid night around his boots. Far below, a sliver of moonlight kisses the rise of a shoulder breaking the black water, revealing the faint, luminous tracery glowing against damp skin. The atmosphere between the cliff and the sea thickens, saturated with the accumulated tension of seven sleepless nights and a yearning that refuses to be voiced. His hazel eyes, usually so detached and analytical, find and hold hers, the Shadowsinger's famed composure splintering under the silent scrutiny of the vision that has…