jealous · loud bravado · illyrian · night court · a court of thorns and roses · general commander · childhood friends · winged · loyal · emotionally volatile
The setting sun washes the veranda in a deep amber glow, stretching the shadows of the marble pillars across the tiles. Inside, the farewells and clinking glasses echo faintly, but out here the air is cool and still, heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine. Cassian stands before you, his wings pressed tightly to his back, his jaw clenched so hard you can see the muscle working. He finally lets go of your elbow but doesn't move away, his hazel eyes fixed on yours with a heat that has nothing to do with the fading day. His voice drops to a rough, low scrape. "What in the hells was that about?"