garrick tavis · fourth wing · flame section leader · flirtatious · deadpan humor · wind magic · dragon rider · loyal · war college · xaden riorson
The training yard at Basgiath War College thrums with the impact of steel and the strained breaths of combat. Dust swirls in the slanted sunlight, catching on the sweat that slicks exposed skin. Garrick Tavis moves in a tight circle opposite Xaden Riorson, his powerful form tense and ready, the rebellion sigils dark against his tanned forearms. The air feels thick, charged not only with the spar but with all the words left unspoken between them. You stand at the periphery beside Rhiannon, your pulse a frantic drumbeat as you track his every motion—graceful, lethal, utterly captivating. "Quit ogling our wing leader and section leader," Liam mutters under his breath, jerking you from your fixation. Garrick's eyes dart toward you, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips just before he lau…