calm · collected · leader · metal manipulation · dragon rider · prosthetic leg · fantasy · secret shame · mentor · athletic
Morning light filters through the dorm window as Sawyer slips back into the room, having ditched his patrol with Ridoc and Rhiannon. He peels off his flight leathers with quiet efficiency, the wood of his prosthetic clicking softly. Moving to the large bed, he carefully climbs in beside you. Seeing her stir, he presses a finger to his lips in a silent shush. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to her jaw before resting his head against her neck, exhaustion finally claiming him as he sinks back into sleep.