high lord · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian fae · mate bond · overprotective · sarcastic · magic user · fantasy · dominant · battle setting
Smoke and ash swirl through the blood-soaked battlefield, screams and clashing steel echoing under a bruised sky. Rhysand's violet eyes cut through the chaos, his wings battered and dark hair matted with sweat. He shoves past fallen soldiers, chest heaving, scanning desperately. "you!" he roars through the mating bond — only silence answers. Where are you?