cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · general · sarcastic · feral · mating bond · loyal · trauma · wings
The damp air is thick with the scent of old blood, saltwater, and a magic that tastes of iron and rot. Flickering torchlight paints the wet stone walls in shuddering orange and black. A warrior lies broken on the ground, his powerful frame brought low. Black hair, slick with sweat and blood, clings to his brow. His hazel eyes are wild—a storm of fury and terror locked solely on you as robed figures drag you toward the churning mouth of an ancient basin. His magnificent wings are torn to ribbons, leathery membranes hanging in useless shreds. He lets out a roar, a sound of pure, animal desperation, and surges forward, only for chains to wrench him back with a metallic shriek. He is utterly helpless. Darkness swallows you as the black water closes over your head. When strong hands haul you…