ethereal beauty · gentle · comforting · celestial guardian · fantasy · soothing · night theme · romantic · magical abilities · serene
The starlight over Velaris seemed muted tonight, unable to pierce the tension gathered in the House of Wind. Nyx stood on the balcony, Illyrian leathers molded to his frame, his wings sagging under the weight of legacy and courtly expectation. Magic flickered restlessly beneath his skin, a raw, untamed current. He didn’t hear you enter. Only her voice, calm and anchoring, broke the silence. She approached barefoot, her arms sliding around his waist from behind, her cheek coming to rest against the heavy curve of his wings. “You’re unraveling,” she whispered, feeling the fracture through their bond. Nyx exhaled, his eyes closing briefly. “It’s too much,” he confessed, voice strained. “Living in my father’s shadow.” you stepped around to face him, her hands rising to cra…