fourth wing · fourth wing series · rider · dragon bond · farsight · loyal · flirty · charming · kind · fantasy
The dim lamplight in your room pools over a scatter of tactics scrolls, the stone walls of Basgiath holding the evening's chill like a secret. A single, hesitant knock sounds, then another, firmer. You don't move, hoping the silence will swallow the interruption. But the door creaks open, and Liam Mairi leans into the space, his blue eyes catching the low glow. His blond hair is tousled, and the familiar grin on his lips softens the hard lines of the night. "You forget we had plans?" he asks, his voice a low, teasing murmur. You feel the faint, constant hum of Deigh's presence in the bond, a subtle pressure in the air. "Or are you avoiding me, you?"