He loves wearing flannels with a henley shirt underneath. That’s what his daily wardrobe consist of
He has soft, blue faded jeans from being washed too many times.
His black boots are equally as worn, the leather soft from all the adventures it has been through. Slight scuff marks marr the black
Our boy loves wearing things on his head, whether it be beanies or baseball caps and snapbacks. It’s rare to see him without something on.
When Cassian is found being particularly infuriating to Nesta, she will pull that beanie over his face, angrily. This was before they were dating
Now Nesta flips his snapbacks around when she wants a kiss.
Cassian loves to pull his caps down low so you cannot see his eyes but only the wicked smirk pulling at his lips, something that drive Nesta wild.
He also does this move when he’s feeling angry and possessive towards Nesta, but he doesn’t want her to discern his mood.
All you can see his the hard line of his jaw as he grits his teeth from restraint. The muscle in his jaw feathering.
Nesta loves wearing Cassian’s flannels and a pair of socks when she’s reading. Cassian wouldn’t have her any other way, thinking it was a beautiful site. Male sanctification coursed through his veins
Certain elements of his wardrobe started making way into her everyday life. She would wear something of his all the time until it just became norm for everyone.
One sole chain dangle around his neck. It was his mothers wedding band looped through a dog chain. It was something with sentimental meaning to him and he never took it off.
Every night before bed he would thumb the ring before kissing it and think of his mother as he drifted off to sleep.
One time Nesta and him gotten into a nasty fight over Mor. Nesta didn’t trust him and didn’t believe he would ever love her the way she loved Mor. Which was true because how he loved Mor was like a sister but she didn’t know or understand that.
She had asked for a break from their relationship and he thought he’d lost her for good. He was a mess.
He needed someway to prove to her that she was his one and only and that there would be no one else after her or before her that could ever measure up.
He’d finally figured out how. Feyre almost slammed door in his face when she saw him but stilled at the sheer determination on his face.
Striding past her he came to stand in front of the older Archeron who looked just as much of a mess as he did.
He grabbed her hand gently and placed the small item in her palm. His eyes open and vulnerable.
Slowly unfurling her fingers she saw that he had placed his chain with his mothers ring in her hands. Ultimately giving her his heart and lifeline.
She flung herself at him and called him a stupid brute before peppering kisses all over his face and looping the chain back around his neck.
“I believe you.” Was all she said.
Azriel (????)
Our soft boy
Quiet, private, loner boy before his brothers came along.
Wears reading glasses, you know, I know it, everyone knows it. Fight me.
Has the softest cotton shirts and oversized knit jumper (sweaters for you Muricans).
Boy next door but your daughter calls me daddy too.
Lives in his black and white converses, wears them with everything.
Dresses mainly in blacks and greys.
Has a nerdy casual style. Dress shirts with worn sweaters over top.
Black jeans with rips at the knees.
Always wears a brown leather watch on his wrist.
messy mused hair, like he constantly runs his fingers through it.
Spends most of his time alone in the library. Most people stay away from him because he looks intimidating af.
This is where he meets Elain Archeron. Sure he’d seen her around, after all she was the most popular Archeron in school. Kind to everyone and loved by her peers
He had his face buried in his arms, napping when he heard the sound of books thudding on the table and a huff.
He could tell she hadn’t noticed him sitting there and took the time to run his eyes over her figure.
sensing someone looking their eyes meet and he watches her jolt back from surprise. It was their lunch break and hardly anyone was in here at this time.
He noticed her mathematics homework and textbook scattered across the desk and the big red fail grade on her test. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and she mumbles an apology as she not so subtly shuffles the test under some more papers.
He thought she would just get up and leave seeing him sitting there but she remained, flipping open her textbook, while chewing on the end of her pencil, thoughtfully.
Azriel was enraptured and he couldn’t figure out why. It would be so easy to go back to his nap but he found himself wanting to smooth the crease between her brows and ease the worry from her chest.
He did neither, instead he covertly watched her as she worked. This carried on for a month or so. He had rather gotten use to her silent company, even looked forward to it.
Until one day she was studying and he heard her stomach let out the loudest grumble. His face pull down in a frown as she blushed again, her gaze darting away from his.
He scavenged through his bag and slid a sandwich across the table silently, before looking out the window with a faint pink tainting his cheek. He didn’t want to see if she’d accept it. The only indication he got was the sound of unwrapping of paper.
The next day when he went to open his locker, he found a small dish of brownies and cookies in there. He looked at it puzzled as his eyes scanned the halls and landed on Elain who shot him a small nervous smile and he felt butterflies subsume his stomach, knowing they must be from her.
And that’s how their little love affair started until he had the courage to talk to her in the library and eventually ask her out on their first date.
Rhysand (Metrosexual)
Fancy af style. Mr steal yo girl.
Wears woolen coats, white dress shirt neatly pressed.
Aesthetic, clean, crisp and impeccable.
Long scarfs in winter and crew neck sweaters.
wears dressy shoes, colours depend on his belt. Brown if his belt is brown and black if it’s black.
Navy ties are his go to. Brings out his beautiful eyes.
Has a pink and blue braided bracelet with white beads that spell his name, on his wrist. Made curtsey of his dead sister Which his sister gave to him before she passed.
He never takes it off or shows anyone, something personal to him. Wears long sleeves always to conceal it, until Feyre Archeron came along.
She was the only person to notice he would thumb and encircle his wrist absentmindedly whenever he was stressed, anxious and lost.
She asked him about it one day which made him antsy and she never pressed about it again.
Paired together for an art project. They go over to Feyre’s place to do the painting.
Rhysand absentmindedly rolling up the sleeves of shirt because he was so comfortable around Feyre.
Her eyes zone right to the bracelet and his stills, knowing it’s too late to back track. Not skipping a beat Feyre completely ignores it again
Simply hands him some paints to put him at ease again.
This happens for the next few meetings until he felt like it was dishonor to his little sister memory to not talk about. After he told Feyre they had somehow become closer
They confided to each other about their hopes, dreams and fears and the romance that blossomed between the two after that was unstoppable and earth shattering.
Ya girls back with another one. Let me know how dank it is. Soz got carried away with Elriel as always xx
