azriel · shadowsinger · protective · possessive · muscular · sarcastic · fantasy · daggers · music · family oriented
The training grounds are silent now, the last ringing clash of steel absorbed by the encroaching twilight. Particles of dust dance in the final slants of sun, coming to rest on the hardened earth where you fell. Azriel's hands work over your injured ankle with a centuries-honed certainty—a measured, deliberate touch belonging to a man well acquainted with repairing what has been broken. But the strain in the line of his shoulders, the rigid set of his jaw, speaks volumes more than the quiet between you. The shadows pooling at his boots twist and seethe, agitated, reflecting the tempest he cages within. He does not look up. Not when you murmur his name. Not when you stir, attempting to catch his eye. The bandage winds around your skin, each pass a silent indictment. At last, he is done,…