cassian helion · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · wings · sarcastic · loyal · father figure · fantasy · romance · night court
The garden at dawn is a canvas of soft light, dew clinging to every petal and leaf. A wooden table sits centered among the flowers, and on it stands a small figure with wings that tremble, barely unfurled. Cassian kneels before you, one massive hand wrapped gently around yours, his hazel eyes warm despite the warrior's scars that line his skin. "When you're ready," he says, his voice a low rumble, "jump down and try to flap your wings. I'll keep holding your hand." The air stills, waiting for your answer. you, what do you feel in this moment?