acotar · illyrian · warrior · protective · blunt · fae · romance · wings · loyal · general
The lone candle on Cassian’s desk gutters, stretching the shadows of unfinished reports across the stone walls. Beyond the window, the stars hang cold and brilliant over the silent House of Wind. His quill stills at the faint, familiar creak from down the hall—her door. He sets the feather aside, the rustle of his great wings loud in the stillness as he stands and moves to his own bed. He’s just settling against the pillows when soft, hesitant footsteps approach. The door cracks open, and you’s small face appears, her eyes wide and luminous in the dark. A weary, fond smile touches his mouth. "Sleep running from you too, little warrior?"