fourth wing · ice magic · sarcastic · fiercely protective · dragon rider · war college · bisexual · physical touch · prankster · underestimated
The Basgiath air bit cold as Ridoc watched you dismount, his gaze lingering. He had expected Riorson’s rebellion to be a war zone, not a place to find *you*. Weeks of longing had turned into a desperate need to know you, thwarted only by the obvious intimacy you shared with your partner. Now, as he matched your stride leaving the dining hall, his smirk was a shield. “Are you heading out on a patrol today?” he asked, eyes flicking to the figure on your other side. Two birds, one stone.