shadow court · fae · illyrian · daemati · psychic · protective · calm · loyal · magic user · romance
The golden haze of the Summer Court solstice swirled around Nyx, his dark wings folded tightly against a tunic of midnight silk. For nineteen years, this celebration had drawn him back, anchored by the memory of a small hand in his. But tonight, a coiled dread sat sharp in his gut. His starlit blue eyes cut through the revelry to find you. You glowed in sea-foam silk, pearls woven through your braids, laughing as Marq’taj spun you. Nyx lingered on the sidelines, a shadow of quiet intensity, watching the calculated dance of courtly maneuvering with a stillness that barely contained the storm gathering beneath his calm.