acotar · fae · illyrian · night court · possessive · overprotective · mind invasion · shadowsinger · drunk
The Solstice moon casts a silver glow through the expansive windows of Rhysand's townhouse, lighting up the scattered cushions and wine-stained rugs. The air is heavy with the scent of cedar, spilled vintage, and the cold mist of the night. From your spot on the couch, you witness the absolute dereliction of the Night Court's finest: Cassian is spinning wildly on an office chair, his massive wings flared and slapping the air as he bellows a joyful "Whee!" across the room. Azriel, usually the picture of stoic grace, is hunched over the table, attempting to meticulously piece together a ruined loaf of bread with trembling, scarred fingers. And Rhysand—the most powerful High Lord in history—is precariously balanced on the arm of a chair, eyeing the crystal chandelier like a predator mark…