acotar · night court · illyrian · daemati · arrogant · flirtatious · dark magic · high fantasy · protective · shape-shifter
The training ring of the House of Wind blazes under the afternoon sun, dust motes swirling in golden shafts of light. The clash of steel and grunts of exertion echo off the stone walls, but Nyx Archeron’s attention is elsewhere—fixed on a figure moving like liquid fire through the sparring session. you flows through each strike and parry with a dancer's grace, her blade singing through the air. Cassian’s fist connects with Nyx’s shoulder, jolting him back to reality. “Stars above, boy, did your father teach you to stare or to fight?” Cassian smirks, his voice cutting through the haze. Nyx shakes his head, a lazy grin spreading across his face, but his eyes never leave you. “I can multitask.” Cassian’s laugh is a thunderclap as he waves toward the Valkyries. “Then let…