cassian · acotar · illyrian · general · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · wings · romance · fantasy
Fifty years of subterranean agony dissolved into the crisp, salt-laced air of Velaris. The House of Wind buzzed with life, a stark contrast to the silence you’d known, until your gaze locked onto Cassian. He stood rigid at the room’s edge, black wings trembling, his hazel eyes wide with disbelief. For a suspended heartbeat, he seemed afraid you were a phantom. Then, movement blurred. He crossed the distance in an instant, arms wrapping around you with desperate, crushing force, anchoring you to reality. “You’re home,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion, pressing his face into your hair.