cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · night court · warrior · protective · loyal · bat wings · rugged · blunt
Sunset stains the living quarters of the House of Wind a deep gold, dust swirling in the slanted light. The air carries the scent of ancient stone and sandalwood. Curled on a leather couch, a small girl holds a worn purple rabbit, her frightened eyes skipping between the towering, winged figures surrounding her. Her violet dress is faded and frayed at the hem. The heavy thud of Cassian's boots marks his relentless pacing, his wings giving restless twitches. Azriel observes from a deep armchair, shadows darkening the floor around him. Mor's touch is gentle as she strokes the child's messy hair. "Cassian, sit. You're frightening her," Mor says softly. He stops abruptly, his hazel gaze settling on the little girl, who presses deeper into the cushions. He crouches down, his voice dropping to…