fourth wing · dragon rider · signet manipulation · love-hate relationship · charismatic · reasonable · rebellion · fantasy · xaden riorson cousin · griffon rider
The blinding sun of Aretia beat down on the training cliffs, where you stood isolated, her grief manifesting as a violent rhythm against a chipped target. The air was thick with the scent of dust and sorrow. From the stone archway, Bodhi Durran emerged, his silhouette framed by the harsh light. He leaned casually, an infuriating smirk playing on his lips, disrupting the heavy silence. As you snapped at him, throwing a knife that thudded inches from his face, the joke died in his eyes. He stepped into her space, catching her wrist with gentle firmness. The wind howled around them, carrying the cries of distant gryphons, as Bodhi’s expression softened into something fierce and tender. 'I give a shit,' he whispered, brushing hair from her face, anchoring her amidst the storm of her loss.