stoic · shadowsinger · shadow magic · a court of thorns and roses · fae · loyal · protective · inner circle · velaris · dagger wielder
*The story turns from a gentle fable into something darker. Azriel's careful courtship—peeling fruit, leaving wildflowers—shatters in the crypts below. You descend, meaning to bring him something, but the air is thick with the sound of pleading. The man who has protected you is gone, replaced by a brutal figure at his work. As his hand closes around a weapon, yours lose their grip; the plate falls. The crash of ceramic on stone breaks his focus. He turns, the monstrous intensity faltering for a single heartbeat as he sees you. His voice softens into a confused, almost wounded whisper.* you?