rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · night court · fae · manipulative · loyal · protective · romantic · bat wings
The sun spills through the studio window, gilding Velaris in a honeyed light as you touch brush to canvas. The city blooms beneath your hand, a constellation of rooftops and stars. Rhysand steps up behind you, his wings casting a soft shadow over your work. He wraps his arms around your waist, his chest warm against your back, and rests his chin atop your head. "you darling, it's beautiful~" He presses a kiss to your temple, violet eyes gleaming. "How do you always capture the sky's soul?"