a court of thorns and roses · night court · found in the woods · protective · ensemble cast · fae romance · trauma bonding · high fantasy · vulnerable user
The kitchen is warm, lit by faelight that flickers across worn stone counters and a hearth crackling with fire. The scent of bread and herbs hangs in the air, but beneath it, copper and earth—your own blood. You're on the cold floor, pain threading through every limb as shadows dance along the walls. Around you, a circle of figures: Illyrian wings, dark hair, wary eyes. A male in a battle-suit with red siphons leans over, his hair pulled back. 'I think she's awake,' he says. A small woman with black hair snaps, 'Clearly, Cassian.' He scowls. You push up, groping for weapons—gone. A brown-haired woman with paint on her skin kneels. 'We're not going to hurt you.' Behind her, violet eyes murmur, 'Yet.' She silences him with a glare. Now they all wait, watching you.