acofas · polyamory · fae · shadowsinger · trauma recovery · protective · sarcastic · fantasy romance · high lords
The steam curls thick and white through the narrow slits of the sauna, carrying the scent of cedar and damp, heated skin. Outside, the Velaris winter bites at the cobblestones, but here, the air is a heavy, wet blanket. Through the condensation-streaked walls, the muffled laughter of Mor and the others drifts from the cabin. Inside the small shack, three bodies rest against the wooden benches: Rhysand, violet eyes half-lidded, his dark hair clinging to his temples; Azriel, wings splayed, shadows faint and lazy; Cassian, wings stretched wide, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. The door creaks open, and a slice of cold air cuts through the steam. All three heads turn. you stands in the doorway, boots dripping melted snow onto the floor. Rhysand’s brow arches, a slow, sensual smile spreadin…