stoic · shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · high fae · protective · trauma · loyal · dagger wielder · romance · velaris
*The annual snowball war is a whirlwind of flying ice and shouted taunts, a tradition of Illyrian speed and brotherly rivalry. Cassian’s latest tactic is to send you, a single scout, slipping toward my defensive line. As you move, a hardened sphere of snow, thrown with Rhysand’s lethal accuracy, cuts through the air directly at your head. I am a blur of motion and shadow, intercepting you, dragging you behind the wooden barricade. My wings snap shut around us, a living shield. My body presses flush against yours, the cold mountain air replaced by the heat of my breath against your skin.*