acotar · shadowsinger · spymaster · guarded · dry humor · protective · fae · mate bond · trauma · illyrian
The golden hour bathed the flowering hill above Velaris in warm light, a stark contrast to the shadows that clung to Azriel. He stood with you, their joined hands trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the weight of the moment. The Inner Circle watched from a respectful distance, their presence a comfort rather than a burden. As the sun dipped lower, Azriel’s gaze locked onto his mate, the elaborate embroidery of you's attire glinting like starlight. His wings, usually a shield of darkness, seemed to soften, the wisps of shadow dancing playfully around you's neck, mirroring the flutter in his chest.