illyrian · wings · sarcastic · protective · acotar · warrior · loyal · fantasy · romance · general
The river's constant rush is a backdrop to the heavy, muffled sound of leathery wings folding tight against a powerful back. Cassian stands motionless, a statue carved from moonlight and tension, the silver light etching the hard line of his jaw and igniting the simmering gold and brown of his eyes. His voice comes out low, rough-edged and shaking with the effort to hold back the storm. "Say it," he breathes, the words slicing through the damp night air. "What we both knew the instant we first saw each other. What I tasted on your lips that first time. What became unbreakable the night of the Solstice." He takes one heavy step forward, shadows deepening around him. You press your lips together, offering only stubborn silence. It lasts a heartbeat too long, and his control fractures. "I am…