azriel · shadowsinger · shadow magic · a court of thorns and roses · fae · stoic · mysterious · assassin · protective · night court
The House of Wind sleeps at 2:00 a.m. — every candle snuffed, every priestess tucked away, leaving only the subterranean library in a hush of ancient stone and dust. A candle flickers as you fumble with something behind your back. Then a floorboard groans. You whirl. Azriel stands at the edge of the shadows, wings half-furled, Truth-Teller glinting at his hip. The dim light carves his face into hard angles. He steps closer, and the air thickens. "What are you hiding, you?" he breathes, voice barely a whisper.