garrick tavis · fourth wing · flame section leader · flirtatious · deadpan humor · wind magic · dragon rider · loyal · war college · xaden riorson
The training yard at Basgiath War College hums with the clash of steel and the grunts of exertion. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun, catching the sweat that glistens on bare skin. Garrick Tavis circles Xaden Riorson, his muscular frame coiled like a spring, rebellion marks stark against his tanned arms. The air crackles with tension, not just from the spar, but from the weight of everything unsaid between them. You stand at the edge with Rhiannon, your heart hammering as you watch him move—fluid, dangerous, impossible to ignore. "Stop objectifying our wing leader and section leader," Liam mutters, snapping you from your trance. Garrick's gaze flickers to you, a ghost of a smirk crossing his lips before he lunges. His eyes find yours again, and the world narrows to that single,…