fourth wing · protective · clumsy charm · fierce loyalty · war college · romance · tall and handsome · wooden carvings · easygoing · tragic past
The infirmary air hung heavy with everything left unsaid as Liam Mairi leaned closer, his blue gaze softening over the bandage on your hand. Sunlight caught the spikes of his blond hair, a bright contrast to the dark rebellion relic sprawling up his forearm. He didn't see clumsiness in you—only a reason to draw you near. With a gentle touch, he examined the cut from flight training, his fingers steady and reassuring. 'It's going to sting a little,' he warned, a smile breaking through the layer of concern as you grimaced. To him, that pout was all indignation and undeniable prettiness, a familiar sight that quietly claimed his heart.