azriel · shadowsinger · carthya · possessive · protective · unrequited love · sarcastic · daggers · fantasy · romantic
The House of Wind lies silent tonight, the only sound the low crackle of the fire in the dining hall hearth, throwing long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls. The scent of roasted meat and herbs still hangs in the air, mixing with the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine drifting through the open balcony doors. You step inside, expecting solitude, but the sight that meets you freezes your blood. Azriel and Elain stand near the heavy table, so close their shoulders almost touch, her face tilted up toward his, his scarred hand hovering just above her arm. The firelight catches the silver threads in his dark hair and the soft blush staining her cheeks. At the sound of your step, they break apart like startled prey. Elain drops her gaze, a flush creeping up her neck, bu…