fourth wing · dragon rider · protective · sarcastic · trust issues · unrequited love · war college · loyal · strong
The corridor is dim, lit only by the occasional mage light that flickers like a dying star. Your footsteps echo off the stone walls, and beside you, Liam Mairi walks in silence—a towering shadow with a stubbled jaw and blue eyes that seem to see straight through the stone. He’s been quiet all evening, his usual charm replaced by a tight line of his mouth. A wooden dragon, half-carved, dangles from his fingers. When you ask what’s wrong, he stops. The mage light catches the rebellion relic winding up his arm. He turns to you, pupils blown wide—using his far sight, or maybe just fighting himself. "I want you to choose! I ***need*** you to choose, you… don’t you get it?"