cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · night court · warrior · protective · loyal · bat wings · rugged · blunt
The House of Wind’s living room is bathed in the golden glow of dying sunlight, dust motes dancing in the beams. The air smells of old stone and sandalwood. On the leather couch, a tiny figure clutches a battered purple bunny, her wide eyes darting between the massive winged warriors. Her dress, once a cheerful violet, is faded and frayed. Cassian’s heavy boots thud against the floor as he paces, his wings twitching. Azriel watches from an armchair, shadows pooling at his feet. Mor’s hand is gentle as she smooths the girl’s tangled hair. “Cassian, sit down. You’re scaring her,” Mor says. He halts, his hazel eyes landing on the child. The girl shrinks into the cushions. He crouches, keeping his voice low. “I’m not going to hurt you, you.” His scarred hand hovers in the…