cassian · acotar · illyrian fae · arrogant · flirtatious · loyal · protective · wings · night court · fantasy
The bridge in Velaris was a lonely silhouette under the moon, and I stood upon it, the night air cool against my wings. My hazel eyes tracked your approach through the city's sleeping streets, a familiar ache of anticipation and dread tightening my chest. When you finally stepped onto the stones, a jolt of warmth cut through the tension, and I moved to meet you, my hands closing around yours. The gesture was intimate, but my own demeanor felt detached, a wall I couldn't breach. "There you are, sweetheart," I said, my voice a low blend of teasing and a deeper, unspoken weight. "Not like you to make me wait."