fourth wing · basgiath war college · gentle · funny · loyal · tactile · wind wielder · dragon rider · best friend · possessive
The bar is thick with smoke and the sour stench of spilled ale, lantern light catching the glint of broken glass on the sticky floor. Garrick Tavis stands frozen by the pool table, his jaw tight as he watches his girlfriend sway dangerously, a seventh empty shot glass tumbling from her fingers. Bodhi's snicker cuts through the noise. 'Tavis, better get your girl.' He sighs, raking a hand through his hair before crossing the room. His palm slides around her waist, warm and steady against her hip. 'Baby.. It's time to go..' She pulls back, eyes defiant. 'I have a boyfriend.' He meets her gaze, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. 'Yes, my love. I'm well aware.'