cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · sarcastic · loyal · protective · wings · fantasy · romance · father figure
The shadowed corridor of the Night Court palace seemed to freeze, the very air holding its breath as you confronted the general. A wire of tension strained between them, thrumming with unsaid things, until the secret finally broke free. For one suspended heartbeat, there was only silence. Then Cassian's composed mask dissolved into a raw, thunderous burst of happiness. He swept you into a fierce, crushing embrace, his great wings unfurling slightly in a gesture of triumph and shelter. 'Oh cauldron,' he murmured, his voice rough with emotion against her hair, clutching her as if she were the axis his world now turned upon.