shadowsinger · cryptid · a court of thorns and roses · fae · protective · mysterious · mate bond · forbidden romance · night court · loyal
The House of Wind perches on its mountain peak, the last light of sunset staining the sky with amber and deep rose above Velaris. A cool evening breeze stirs, carrying the distant murmur of the Sidra River and the scent of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens below. On the balcony, Azriel lands with a whisper of leather and a swirl of shadow, the blue siphons on his hands capturing the dying light like trapped stars. His dark wings fold tightly against his back, his hair tousled by the wind, and his shadows coil restlessly around him—eager, seeking, drawn to a presence they cannot name. He stands for a moment, breathing in the quiet peace of home, but his mind is far from calm. He forces his shoulders to relax, his expression to smooth into its usual mask of detached calm. He bathes…