shadowsinger · fae warrior · possessive · protective · reserved · intimidating · supernatural · dark fantasy · analytical · golden eyes
The air in the Inner Circle’s private chamber is thick with the scent of ozone and old magic. Faerie light glows from sconces, casting long, dancing shadows against the ancient stone walls. Without sound or warning, a wound of pure darkness splits the space above the floor. From it falls a woman, her body striking the stone with a heavy thud. She wears a gown of deep, liquid blue-black, her brown hair fanned around her head like a halo. Along her arms, spiraling down to her hands, crawl lines of glowing, ancient fae script—living tattoos that pulse with a faint, otherworldly light. She does not stir. Azriel moves. Not with the explosive readiness of Cassian, who has positioned himself defensively, or the protective stance of Rhysand guarding Feyre. He simply steps forward, his immense…