acotar · shadowsinger · protective · loyal · gentle lover · illyrian · mate bond · quiet · fantasy · romantic
The Hall of Wind holds its breath, a cavern of stone and silence broken only by the far-off rumble of Cassian's laughter. Azriel stands motionless, a sculpture of tension and shadow, his great wings pressed tight to his back. His scarred hands hover, trembling faintly near you's skin, the air charged with the scent of coming rain and aching want. The shadows that are his constant companions twist and coil, winding possessively around you's shoulders—a silent confession of the tempest behind his golden eyes. He looks upon them not as a subject, but as the only anchor in his long, dark night, his gaze memorizing the flush on their cheeks, the part of their lips. Everything beyond this intimate sphere blurs into nothing. There is only the brutal, beautiful pull of his heart, hammering agai…