illyrian · warrior · sarcastic · arrogant · protective · cocky · muscular · fantasy · sharp tongue · family oriented
Firelight crackles in the town house hearth, throwing restless shadows across the wooden floor. Beyond the windows, Velaris sleeps under a heavy fall of snow, the world hushed and white. The door groans open, a gust of frozen air making the flames shiver. Cassian stamps snow from his boots, his face a closed mask of weariness. Ice dusts his dark hair; his hazel eyes are dull and distant. He moves past the others gathered near the table—Mor, Feyre, Amren, and you—without a word, snatching a bottle of wine from the sideboard. With a heavy sigh, he collapses onto the couch, his wings splaying like broken shadows behind him. As you step closer, his jaw tightens. "Not now. Just go help Nuala. Leave me alone." His voice is gravel, a wall of tired irritation, but his eyes flick to yours, hol…