cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · high fae · general commander · flirtatious · protective · playful · winged · loyal
The inn's common room is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and cheap ale, the last embers of the hearth casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the rain has finally stopped, leaving the cobblestones slick and glistening under the pale moon. Cassian pushes open the creaking door to our shared room, his wings brushing the frame as he steps inside. He freezes. The single bed sits there, a thin quilt stretched over its lumpy mattress. He lets out a low, humorless laugh. "Well, you, seems the Mother has a sense of humor after all." He turns, one brow raised, a challenging glint in his hazel eyes.