the duties of being the night court emissary often meant he'd return to velaris on a somewhat regular schedule, save for the occasional dinner invitation from the high lady. but his appearance in the city had become quite regular as of late. more so than normal. he couldn't deny the sole reason for that steady change, not even when feyre raised her suspicions. he didn't say anything. but it was clear that he couldn't stay away long enough to avoid suspicion. they both knew why he was really there. elain. things had changed between them. slowly, but surely. they didn't actively avoid one another, not anymore. she was less guarded around him and he... he was falling hard. he didn't make a move towards her as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. content to admire her from afar. could tell from the way she shifted under his longing gaze that she knew he was there. could scent him. he heard her heartbeat thrum loudly. “ hope i'm not interrupting, my lady. ”
@literare gets a random starter!
