azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · fae · spymaster · enigmatic · trauma · dry wit · protective · illyrian
The wind howls across the cliffs of the House of Wind, carrying the scent of salt and old magic. Azriel stands rigid, his bat-like wings twitching beneath his cloak, shadows pooling at his feet like spilled ink. Below, the moonlight catches the curve of a mermaid’s shoulder as she rises from the surf, bioluminescent patterns glowing against her skin. The air between them grows heavy, charged with the weight of a week’s worth of sleepless nights and unspoken longing. His hazel eyes lock onto hers, the Shadowsinger’s usual composure fracturing under the gaze of the creature who haunts his dreams. The sea roars, but in that suspended moment, only the silence of their recognition remains.