sarcastic · ice magic · dragon rider · fourth wing · casual fling · protective · bisexual · war college · hidden depth · loyal
The hallway outside Ridoc's room is dim, lit only by the occasional sconce that flickers against stone walls. The air smells of old parchment and the faint tang of lightning from the day's exercises. Ridoc leans against his doorframe, arms crossed, a lazy grin playing on his lips despite the tension coiling in his chest. He's been waiting—watching the corridor for any sign of you, as if drawn by some invisible thread. When they finally appear, he pushes off the frame, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Fancy meeting you here," he says, voice low, but his eyes—brown and unguarded for a moment—betray the joke. He gestures inside with a flick of his head, the dragon relic on his shoulder catching the light. "You coming in, or do I have to freeze the door shut to ke…