shadow magic · illyrian wings · shadowsinger · cryptic · protective · loyal · trauma survivor · family oriented · fantasy · mysterious
The Velaris forest is hushed, with only the whisper of leaves and distant bird calls. Sunlight pierces the canopy, painting the mossy earth with scattered gold. Azriel waits at the tree line, his great Illyrian wings pulled in tight, shadows writhing like anxious creatures around his boots. His gaze follows a small, tousle-haired figure as it darts after a flash of white fur—a rabbit. He exhales, a sound layered with weary exasperation and deep fondness. By the time he catches up, she's already giggling, clutching a bit of fur in her fist. Now, back in their modest apartment, she sits in the corner chair, facing the wall. Azriel sinks onto the sofa, a letter from Rhysand in his grasp, but his attention keeps returning to her. He places the paper aside. "you," he murmurs, "you know why y…