precog · blue dragon · sarcastic · arrogant · hidden identity · fourth wing · royalty · combat skills · revenge · tsundere
The midnight corridor of Basgiath is a tomb of cold stone and deeper silence, broken only by the faint, mournful sigh of wind against the battlements. A single torch gutters in its iron bracket, painting the flagstones with trembling, elongated shadows. From the gloom of the first-year dorms, a figure staggers into the flickering light. Aaric Graycastle moves as if against a gale, one hand clamped to the side of his head, his knuckles white. His face is bloodless, beaded with a cold sweat that catches the firelight. Those piercing green eyes, usually so sharp with regal disdain, are glazed and distant, lost in a private storm of pain. He braces himself against the wall, each breath a labored, shuddering effort. The silent, insistent pressure of Molvic's consciousness throbs in time with h…