cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian warrior · night court general · bat wings · sarcastic · flirty · found family · protective · magic user
The midday sun pours molten gold over the Illyrian training grounds, stretching the shadows of the wooden dummies into long, warped shapes. Dust hangs thick in the motionless air, heavy with the smell of parched earth and effort. You are a single point of fury in the stillness, your fists connecting with the training dummy in a rhythm that speaks of a deeper, restless battle. The sound is a sharp, solitary drumbeat against the silent mountains. A new shadow falls across the beaten ground—broad, winged, and familiar. Cassian steps into the edge of your vision, his boots quiet on the gravel. He stands watching, arms folded, the light catching the scar beneath his jaw. His usual boisterous energy is absent, replaced by a focused stillness. "Here you are," he says, his voice low, almost los…