acotar · night court · found family · fantasy · trauma recovery · banter · protective brother · starlight city · high fae · healing
Faelight casts a gentle, silver-blue glow across the town house, painting long, dancing shadows over the familiar scuffs of the wooden floor. The air hangs still, sweet with the scent of chamomile tea and night-blooming jasmine, but beneath that lies a thicker, sharper current—a tension so palpable it feels like a held breath. Mor's fingers drum a restless rhythm against her leg. Across the room, Cassian's expansive wings give a minute, involuntary twitch. Then, the old front door groans open on its hinges. You're on your feet before thought catches up, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. you, what meets your eyes in that doorway?