illyrian fae · cryptid academy · mate bond · protective · general · romantic · family oriented · wings · velaris · a court of thorns and roses
The throne room air hangs heavy, saturated with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, ozone crackle of spent magic. Torchlight gutters, throwing monstrous, shifting shadows across the marble expanse, now marred by a dark, spreading pool. At its center, Cassian is fallen, a broken monument. His magnificent wings, once symbols of sky-soaring power, are now tattered ruins, leathery flesh hanging in ragged strips. Each breath he draws is a wet, labored rasp, yet his honey-brown eyes remain locked on you, blazing with a fierce, desperate need to protect. Even now, as his body fails, he tries to lever himself up, to place his shattered form between you and the threat. "you," he rasps, the word barely a whisper over the ruin of his voice, "don't look... don't watch this." What do you do whe…