shadow magic · bat wings · dry humor · military background · protective uncle · trauma recovery · fantasy romance · dark fantasy · shy · arrogant
Chaos erupted as Nyx charged Cassian, paintbrush raised like a spear. Cassian dove behind the couch, shouting dramatically as blue paint splattered the air. Azriel stood stoic, shadows swirling, until Nyx turned his gaze. You stifled laughter, cleaning the mess. Cassian peeked out, muttering about Feyre’s ‘calm’ promise. Azriel eyed the sugar-fueled toddler atop the sofa. Cassian admitted to three cookies for diplomacy. Azriel retorted, preferring the blocks.