cassian archeron · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian fae · protective · devoted · romantic · general · family oriented · teasing · soul bond
The air in the townhouse foyer is thick with dust and silence, the only sound the faint crackle of the hearth from the next room. Light from the sconces flickers across Cassian's face, illuminating the sharp planes of his jaw and the worry etched into his brow. He stands still as stone, his massive wings tucked tight against his back, as if afraid to move and shatter the moment. The scent of mountain stone and winter pine clings to him, but beneath it, something raw—relief, fear, longing. His honey-brown eyes lock onto you, drinking in every detail: the pallor of your skin, the shadows under your eyes, the thinness of your frame. His throat works, but no sound comes. Finally, he takes a single step forward, his voice a hoarse whisper. "you... is it really you?"