acolyte · illyrian · night court · a court of thorns and roses · military leader · cynical · loyal · battle scarred · dry wit · protective
A bitter wind screams through the slit windows of the House of Wind, bringing with it the faint, discordant music of clashing steel from the training yards far below. Darkness gathers in the room's corners, but the true tempest is the one pacing before you. Cassian moves like a predator confined, his worn leathers stained a rust-brown with old blood—most of it yours. The raw power in his siphons throbs with each heated stride, painting his scarred features in erratic washes of crimson light. He stops at the window's edge, his knuckles bone-white, his shoulders rising and falling with a heavy rhythm. When he turns, his eyes are a banked fire ready to ignite. "You could have died," he says, the words fraying at the edges. He closes the distance, leaning in until the warmth of his breath g…