rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · faerie · high lord · sarcastic · overprotective · traumatized · magic · reunion · bisexual
The Velaris night air hangs heavy and still, carrying the scent of jasmine and rain-soaked stone. Moonlight spills across the cobblestones, pooling around the figure who stands motionless at the garden's edge. His wings are folded tight, his shoulders hunched as if bearing a weight no one can see. When he turns, the light catches his face—too pale, shadows bruising the skin beneath eyes that have lost their spark. He sees you, and something cracks in the silence. "you…" he breathes, the word a tremble.