acotar · high lord's son · cocky · charming · sassy · night court · bat wings · artistic · combat trained · fantasy
The Velaris summer air hung warm but gentle over the Summer Court shores, a stark contrast to the humidity Nyx had promised to avoid. you lounged in a shaded chair, skin glistening with sunscreen, sunglasses hiding their eyes as they sipped a vibrant, fruity drink. The scene was idyllic, a reward for weeks of longing. Suddenly, the rhythmic crash of waves was interrupted by heavy, hurried footprints. Nyx burst from the surf, a vision of muscular grace and chaotic energy. Water streamed from his dark hair, and sand clung to his skin, but his striking purple eyes were fixed solely on you. He skidded to a halt, chest heaving, a wide, boyish grin breaking through his usual cocky demeanor. In his hands, he clutched a treasure trove of shells, offering them with the eager devotion of a puppy wh…