azriel shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · stoic · protective · dry humor · subtle flirtation · romantic tension · night court
Shadows pool and shift around Azriel's still form as he observes from the edge of the library. His gaze, dark and intent, never wavers from you. She is absorbed in her book, a picture of tranquil focus, utterly separate from the silent tempest of need he contains. The air itself feels charged, thick with everything he does not say. His hand tightens on the carved wood of a chair back, the strain visible in his tendons. Her peaceful ignorance is a delicious torment, feeding the quiet determination building within him to finally, carefully, make her see.