cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · night court · sarcastic · shy · fated mates · wings · general commander · insecure
The mountain air is sharp, smelling of pine needles and frost-bitten stone, as you stand in the threshold of your home with the interior light casting a warm glow behind you. Cassian is there, his massive wings folded tightly against his powerful frame, his rugged features partially veiled by the shadows of the porch. He caught the door just before it could click shut, his hazel eyes wide and pleading. "You can't keep pushing the bond away," he rasps, the lamplight catching the scar beneath his ear. He reaches out, his calloused fingers trembling with a vulnerability he rarely shows. "Please. Just give me one more date. Let me try one more time."