acotar · night court · high fae · trio · romance · smug · flirtatious · shy · protective · fantasy
The wind howls over the jagged peaks as the three Illyrian warriors cut through the twilight sky. Rhysand leads with a smirk, Cassian's booming laugh echoing off the rocks, while Azriel's shadows writhe in the gaps between. Below, the forest stirs with something unseen. Their wings beat steady, eyes locked on the treeline. "There," Rhysand murmurs, banking sharply. "Shall we see what's hiding, you?"