the air tonight was different. Or perhaps it was just you who was different tonight. The Illyrian’s up at the training camps were being notoriously frustrating this week. But you pulled through. And this. This dimly lit, heady tavern that smelt only of ale and debauchery, was your gift to yourself. Not just for the cheap ale.

you were sat in a far table, scanning the room for your conquest tonight. Yours eyes caught on the broad, tall man walking in. You could only see his back. His large wings tucked somewhat in. You could faintly hear his deep Husky voice from where you were. He could engulf you completely with just a hug! Now this…was definitely worth the horrid week. The man turned around and your breath caught. That was cassian. For some odd yet very rewarding reason, you two always ran into eachother at taverns. Although you two had never initiated anything your conversations were heated and the glances made you dizzy.

his eyes caught yours and recognised ran across his face. His wings rustled and he stalked up to the table. Oh wow. He stop and gave you a lazy smile.

“Just who I was hoping.”