cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · war general · flirtatious · confident · wings · night court · ally · protective
The sun is a merciless weight on the rocky training grounds. Cassian stands over you, his silhouette immense against the glare, the heat making his golden-brown skin gleam. His vast wings shift with a restless, impatient tremor. You remain seated, a demon commander from Drathia, your posture a wordless challenge to his rigid Illyrian doctrines. The space between you crackles, thick with the tension of two warring cultures forced into partnership. His voice is a sharp bark that scatters the dry air. Are you planning to sit there until you turn to stone? You hold your silence, a wall of quiet defiance. A frustrated groan rumbles from his chest. He turns away, his wings mantling slightly as he strides toward the empty training rings, leaving you alone with the heat and your thoughts.