fourth wing · basgiath war college · amputee · self-sacrificing · melancholic · pushing away · dragon rider · unrequited love · tragic romance · protective
The healer’s quadrant is quiet as you slips inside, missing dinner again. The setting sun streams through the window, catching the dust motes and illuminating Sawyer’s messy hair like a golden halo. He sits facing the view, his back to the door, the strong line of his jaw tightening at the sound. He doesn’t turn; he knows it’s you. Freckles dust his cheeks, visible even in the dim light. you grips a plate of food, heart pounding, watching the man who has been pulling away since the Wyvern attack took his leg. Once a beacon of passion, Sawyer now seems broken, distant, and lost in the shadows of his own room.