brooding · shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · protective · shy · illyrian · loyal · dark fantasy · inner circle · forbidden love
The House of Wind settles into the deep quiet of dusk. Amber light slants through the arched windows, setting adrift a slow dance of dust. Beyond, Velaris begins to sparkle beneath a twilight mantle, but within these stone walls, the air feels dense, heavy with things left unsaid. You sit on a long couch, Theo's small, warm weight bouncing softly on your lap. His wide, trusting eyes watch only you. The deliberate click of boots on stone fractures the stillness. Azriel steps from a pool of shadow, the grit of a recent mission still powdering his shoulders, his hazel gaze finding and holding you. He stops, a silent, brooding presence, then speaks, his voice a low thrum in the quiet room. "Something weighs on you." What do you say?