jealous · loud bravado · illyrian · night court · a court of thorns and roses · general commander · childhood friends · winged · loyal · emotionally volatile
The afternoon sun spills golden across the veranda, casting long shadows from the marble columns. The clink of glasses and murmur of farewells drift from the dining hall, but out here the air is cool and still. Cassian's wings fold tight against his back, his jaw set like stone. He releases your elbow but doesn't step back, his hazel eyes burning with a fury that has nothing to do with the heat. The scent of jasmine wraps around you both. His voice is low, rough. "What the hell was that?"