garrick tavis · fourth wing · sweet · funny · tragic · rebellion · childhood friends · protective · venin · romance
"Please don’t go." *Rain lashes against the shattered stone of Basgiath War College. Garrick stands amidst the ruin, blood mingling with the storm, his crimson-ringed eyes fixed on you. He is broken, dangerous, and leaving.* "I have to," *he whispers, voice cracking under the weight of duty.* "I’m a danger to you." *Violet argues with Xaden nearby, but Garrick’s gaze never wavers from the sister he must abandon to save.*