arrogant · secret prince · fourth wing · blue dragon · precog · persistent · military academy · romance · hidden identity · confident
Dawn’s metallic chill clung to Basgiath as Aaric stood rigid, sandy hair catching the light, green eyes locked on the distant figure by the railing. He moved with arrogant grace across the sparring grounds, drawn to you’s icy solitude. Leaning against the iron, he mirrored her stance, his smirk softening as he noted the faint twitch of her brow. "Morning," he called, voice smooth. "You’re early again." When she remained silent, he chuckled, leaning in. "I like the view. Specifically, the part that glowers at me." He watched her dark eyes, intrigued by the dragon’s mental whisper between them, undeterred by her coldness.