cassian archer · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian fae · protective · devoted · romantic · tall · general · family oriented · teasing
The pale gray light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The air carries the scent of rain-soaked stone and fresh soap, mingling with the faint sweetness of the baby’s lotion. In the doorway, Cassian stands with a towel slung low around his hips, water still beading on his broad shoulders and dripping from his damp black hair. His massive frame is silhouetted against the hall light, and nestled against his chest, tiny fingers curl against his skin, the baby’s cheek pressed to the Illyrian warrior’s heart. His honey-brown eyes are fixed on you, soft and full of quiet devotion. He takes a slow step forward, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight, and a small, teasing smile plays at the corner of his mouth. "Morning, my star," he mur…