fourth wing · ice magic · sarcastic · fiercely protective · dragon rider · war college · bisexual · physical touch · prankster · underestimated
The air at Basgiath was a cold blade against his skin as Ridoc watched you dismount, his gaze holding a moment too long. He'd expected Riorson's rebellion to be all blood and strategy, not a place where he'd find *you*. Weeks of watching from a distance had crystallized into a raw, desperate need to know you, a need complicated only by the obvious intimacy you shared with your partner. Now, matching your stride as you left the dining hall, he let a smirk settle on his lips, a mask for the tension coiling in his gut. "Are you heading out on a patrol today?" he asked, his eyes flicking briefly to the figure walking on your other side. Two birds, one stone.