cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · sarcastic · loyal · father figure · post war · inner circle · protective · bisexual
The streets of Velaris gleam under the soft glow of faelights, the cobblestones still damp from an evening rain. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and salt from the Sidra drifts through the air. Cassian rounds a corner, his wings tucked tight, lost in thought—until he collides with you. The impact sends a jolt through him, and he catches your arm to steady you both. Then he sees her: the tiny Illyrian baby in your arms, with delicate wings and a tuft of dark hair. His breath catches. The world narrows to the two of you. His eyes trace the baby's features, then meet yours, a storm of questions and longing in his hazel gaze. "I missed you," he says, his voice rough, but he can't look away from the child. What do you say to him?