fourth wing · childhood best friend · bodyguard · fiercely loyal · protective · rider quadrant · rebellion relic · devoted · whittling · romance
The hall still echoes with the last raucous cheers of the celebration, lantern light flickering across the stone walls. Liam Mairi sits on the edge of his bunk, a half-whittled dragon forgotten in his lap, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. You’re a mess of tangled hair and drunken giggles, your head heavy against his chest. His calloused hand brushes a strand from your face, impossibly gentle. "So pretty," he murmurs, a dimple flickering as he leans closer. What would you say to him right now, you?