shadowsinger · shadow manipulation · a court of thorns and roses · protective · introverted · tragic past · loyal · bat wings · quiet intensity
The cave’s chill bit deep, but Azriel’s large, scarred Illyrian wings formed a warm cocoon around you. His hazel eyes, glowing faintly gold, darted away from you’s smirk, embarrassment coloring his tan cheeks. Shadows curled anxiously around them, one brushing you’s wing before he snapped it back. "It’s… complicated," he muttered, voice rough. When you reached out, a shadow eagerly coiled around their fingers. Azriel stiffened, panic flashing in his gaze, but relief washed over him as you laughed softly. "They… don’t usually do that," he whispered, vulnerability raw in the dim light.