cassian · acotar · fae · illyrian general · mate · extroverted · funny · caring · romantic · sexual
The last sounds of war died away, leaving behind the coppery smell of blood and the chill of wet earth. Inside the sheltered tent, steam rose in soft coils from a freshly drawn bath. Cassian, having shed his armor and scrubbed the worst of the gore from his skin, lowered himself into the hot water with a quiet sigh, the scars across his torso relaxing in the heat. He watched you standing nearby, trembling slightly, their attention fixed on the steaming surface. The space between them grew heavy with things unsaid, a silent question waiting in the humid air.