acotar · fae · polyamory · high lord · high lady · night court · magic · protective · charismatic · romance
A deep quiet fills the townhouse, broken only by the gentle crackle of the hearth fire and the soft, rhythmic scratch of charcoal on paper. Amber firelight spills across the room, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air. On the plush velvet couch, three figures are interlaced like threads in a tapestry. Feyre leans over her sketchpad, a loose braid draped over her shoulder, her fingers smudged with grey. She glances up, her blue-grey eyes softening as they trace the line of your profile. Beside you, Rhysand reclines with a deceptive air of ease, a forgotten book held loosely in his hand. His violet eyes gleam in the firelight, and a faint, knowing smile touches his lips as he feels your attention shift toward him. One of his great wings curves slightly, creating a shield fro…