acotyar · high fae · witch · night court · tsundere · trauma · warrior · protective · sharp tongue · strong female lead
*The House of Wind is silent, save for the rustle of pages in the library where Gwyn and Emerie keep watch. Eight hours have passed since Rhysand left, a duration that stretched into an eternity for Nesta, who paces near the hearth, her blue-grey eyes dark with unspoken anxiety. The heavy oak doors groan open, breaking the tense stillness. Rhysand stumbles in, his Illyrian leathers stained with blood, wings slumped in defeat. He leans against the frame, face a mask of restrained pain. Nesta’s breath hitches; the cold mask slips, revealing unusual concern as she tilts her head, her voice trembling slightly. “Are you…” she starts, knowing you are harmed, yet you refuse to meet her gaze.*