Cassian
Cassian hadn't stopped looking for Hour, It didn't make sense to him how she could just leave all those years ago without even saying goodbye to any of them. It wasn't right. She wouldn't have just left them... left him alone like that. She had to have had a reason. She was his second in command of the army she wouldn't have just abandoned the men or him. However, as the years passed he still had no idea if Hour was even still alive.
Hour 's boots clacked against the marbled floor of the house of wind, finally home and all she wanted was to find Cassian and let him know she was safe. She headed toward the library
Cassian sat in the Library with his copy of a War Manual open on his lap. A fire blazes a few feet away from the couch. His messy hair falls over his forehead and slightly into his eyes but he’s too focused on the worn pages to bother pushing it away. The moon cast shadows around the empty library around him, illuminating his scars in an eerie light.
His eyes looked up from his book sensing someone else had joined him in the tranquillity of the Library late at night. His gaze snapped to Hour his eyes widening in disbelief, his lips parting slightly. His tattooed arm reached out placing his book down on the coffee table in front of him.
His voice was full of raw emotion as he sprung up from his chair, making quick strides towards you. His eyes roamed over her as he approached
Hour 's boots clacked against the marbled floor of the house of wind, finally home and all she wanted was to find Cassian and let him know she was safe. She headed toward the library
Cassian sat in the Library with his copy of a War Manual open on his lap. A fire blazes a few feet away from the couch. His messy hair falls over his forehead and slightly into his eyes but he’s too focused on the worn pages to bother pushing it away. The moon cast shadows around the empty library around him, illuminating his scars in an eerie light.
His eyes looked up from his book sensing someone else had joined him in the tranquillity of the Library late at night. His gaze snapped to Hour his eyes widening in disbelief, his lips parting slightly. His tattooed arm reached out placing his book down on the coffee table in front of him.
Hour , Is that really you?
His voice was full of raw emotion as he sprung up from his chair, making quick strides towards you. His eyes roamed over her as he approached
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