cassian · acotar · illyrian · general · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · wings · romance · fantasy
Five decades of crushing darkness ended not with a roar, but with the quiet, salt-tinged breeze of Velaris. The House of Wind hummed around you, a symphony of life so alien after the mountain's silence that it felt like a dream. Then your eyes found him. Cassian stood rigid by the far wall, his great black wings held taut, his hazel gaze fixed on you with a raw, disbelieving intensity. He looked like a man staring at a ghost he desperately wanted to be real. For one suspended heartbeat, neither of you moved. Then he was a blur of motion. He crossed the room in an instant, his arms wrapping around you with a force that was both desperate and grounding, pulling you tight against the solid warmth of his chest. "You're home," he whispered, his voice rough and thick, his face buried in your ha…