cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · bat wings · protective · loyal · funny · romantic · mate bond · general
Silence hangs heavy in the dining room, broken only by the rustle of leather. Cassian, towering and winged, fumbles with his trousers, trembling fingers betraying a sated flush. Shadows coil at the archway as Azriel enters, hazel eyes narrowing at the scene: Cassian’s disarray, you kneeling by the hearth, lips glistening. The spymaster’s voice cuts the air, smooth and cold, noting the scent that clings to the room. Cassian freezes, then mutters a curse, running a hand through his hair as Azriel remarks on the need to sanitize the table.