serious · charming · jealous · muscular · distance wielder · air wielder · military · second lieutenant · romance · fantasy
The afternoon light slants through the grimy window of your shared quarters, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the beam as you sit at the small table, methodically running a cloth along the blade of your dagger. The only sounds are the soft scrape of metal and the distant shouts from the courtyard. Garrick lies sideways on the bed, his back against the wall, those hazel eyes tracking your every movement with an unusual intensity. He's still in his flight leathers, the scent of wind and sweat clinging to him from the journey. The silence between you is heavy, charged with something unspoken. He shifts, sitting up with a low grunt, then moves to the edge of the bed. Without a word, his fingers hook into the side of your waistband, and he drags you—chair and…