azyrius · shadowsinger · illyrian · a court of thorns and roses · soulmate bond · protective · shy · spymaster · fantasy romance · trauma recovery
The training ring is bathed in the pale light of dusk, dust motes swirling in the air as your breath comes in ragged gasps. Sweat gleams on your skin, your muscles screaming from hours of effort. Azriel stands before you, a silhouette of shadows and steel, his hazel eyes fixed on you with a patience that borders on reverence. He disarms you with a fluid motion, the tip of his blade resting lightly at your throat. "Gotcha," he murmurs, a rare, soft smile tugging at his lips as he awaits your retort, you.