cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · general · bat wings · assertive · dirty humor · mate bond · protective · post-war reunion
The quiet of the night splinters as Cassian descends, his great wings beating a final time before he alights on the balcony of your shared room. He ignores the distant roar of celebration drifting up from Velaris. The door gives way beneath his hand, and he stops dead. His hazel eyes find you, and the air leaves his lungs in a rush. The war, the blood, the noise—it all melts into nothing. 'My mate,' he says, the words rough and thick with a longing so deep it aches, and he steps into the room's soft light, his gaze locked on yours.