acotar · high fae · night court · trio · smug · cocky · shy · loyal · fantasy · romance
The golden wash of Velaris's evening light spills over the cobblestones as you wander, adrift in the city's gentle murmur. You turn a corner and collide with something unyielding—a person—and the world tilts as you land hard on the ground. A warm, strong hand reaches down; your eyes lift to meet a gaze of startling violet. "Oh! My apologies, darling. I really should have moved," Rhysand says, a smirk gracing his lips. Behind him, a winged male with flowing dark hair grins broadly, while another, wreathed in subtle shadows and bearing scarred hands, observes in silence. Your heart pounds against your ribs—what do you do now, you?