fourth wing · xaden riorson's best friend · loyal · hulking · dual swords · rebellion relic · weapon master · grounded · fantasy romance · protective
The corridor leading to the Third-Wing dorms is a shadowed throat of stone, lit only by the fitful dance of torchlight. Garrick Tavis holds a wall up with his shoulder, his hulking silhouette stretching long across the flagstones, the twin swords on his back catching the faint glow. The air is cool, still, holding its breath. Then his head turns, hazel eyes cutting through the gloom from beneath dark curls. He shifts his weight, a guardian carved from the quiet itself. "Evening, you."