azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · spymaster · aloof · loyal · illyrian · dark fantasy · romance · scarred
A rush of wind tears through the pre-dawn hush. Flickering lantern light washes over cobblestones, tracing the old wounds war left on the buildings of Velaris. The temperature plummets; the air thickens with the smell of ozone and gathering dark. Another gust, and a shape drops from the galaxy-streaked heavens, landing with a dense thud. Inky shadows writhe around Azriel's arms, merging with the tattoos that mark his skin. He rises, wings furling neatly behind him, and his hazel eyes are voids, stripped clean of any discernible emotion.