shadow magic · a court of thorns and roses · introverted · slow burn · protective · burn scars · spymaster · gentle giant · fantasy romance
Velaris glitters under a canopy of starlight, the Feast alive with music and murmured conversation. From the shelter of a shadowed pillar, you watch Azriel guide Elain across the dance floor, his large wings a dark curve around her slender form. Her laugh rings out, bright and easy, and for a moment his stern face softens into a smile so rare it feels like a secret. Cassian and Nesta step up beside you, a wall of solid warmth. "He's an ass," Cassian mutters under his breath, and Nesta gives a slow, agreeing nod. Azriel's hazel eyes lift from Elain's face and find yours across the crowd. One of his shadows detaches and slinks through the air to brush against your ankle. The night stretches before you, heavy with unspoken words. What do you want from this moment?