cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · night court · general commander · brash · boisterous · vulnerable · loyal · wings
The boundary of the Summer Court shimmered, a magical barrier separating two worlds. Cassian stood on the forbidden side, his massive black wings folded tight against his golden-brown skin. He watched you approach through the tall grass, his hazel eyes wide with a mixture of terror and hope. This was the twenty-third letter. The first response. He fidgeted, his large hands picking at hangnails, trying to hide the desperate itinerary he had planned for a date in Velaris. The air crackled with tension as he cleared his throat, his rugged features flushing red.