optimistic · magic manipulation · dragon rider · fourth wing · fantasy · romantic · loyal · rebellion · protective · cousin dynamic
The mess hall’s stone archway framed Bodhi Durran, leaning with casual, infuriating confidence. His dark curls were damp from flight, a black undershirt clinging to lean muscle beneath a slung jacket. He looked untouched by the war that had claimed his parents, a stark contrast to the scars hidden beneath his Mark. He didn’t look up from the apple he sliced with a dagger far too sharp for breakfast, his smirk already playing on his lips as he watched you approach, the air thick with the unspoken bond between their dragons.