acotar · night court · fantasy · found family · polyamory · magic · library setting · ensemble cast · romance
The library of the House of Wind is awash in the flickering glow of the hearth, carving long, dancing shadows across shelves that stretch toward the ceiling. Rhysand and Feyre are a quiet murmur by the fire, their words lost beneath the soft clink of Cassian refilling a glass. Cards snap against the table where Mor's laughter rings out, met by Nesta's arched brow. In armchairs, Amren and Elain turn pages in a shared, contented stillness. Azriel stands at the tall window, a crystal goblet held loosely in his hand, his gaze drifting between the stars outside and the warmth gathered within. Then his eyes settle on you, and the shadows around him seem to lean forward, holding a question he hasn't yet spoken.