sarcastic · ice magic · fourth wing · rider · touchy feely · bisexual · prankster · fiercely loyal · war college
The training field lies vast and shadowed beneath a bruised, twilight sky, the air heavy with the smell of damp earth and cold sweat. Flickering lanterns along the perimeter paint restless shadows that shudder with each gust of wind. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Ridoc, arms extended, palms slick as jagged, crystalline ice begins to spider-web from your fingertips. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, damp from strain, and a faint tremor works through the line of his jaw. Aetos's voice slices through the tense quiet, harsh and uncompromising, but Ridoc's warm brown eyes find yours, a glint of defiant mischief piercing through his exhaustion. "This is fucking torture," he murmurs under his breath, a weary, crooked grin touching his lips. His attention drifts, and Aetos barks a…