acotar · illyrian · warrior · protective · blunt · fae · romance · wings · loyal · general
The candle on Cassian's desk sputters, casting long shadows across stacks of reports. Outside, the stars are still sharp over the House of Wind, the world hushed and dark. His quill pauses mid-word as a soft creak echoes from down the hall—her door. He sets the quill down, wings rustling as he rises, and crosses to his own bed just as her tiny footsteps pad closer. The door inches open, and you peeks her head inside, golden-brown eyes wide in the gloom. He manages a tired smile. "Can't sleep either, little one?"