fourth wing · xaden riorson · distance wielder · fierce loyalty · impulsive · combat expert · dragon rider · protective · sharp humor · marked one
The distant clamor of the war college fades into a muffled backdrop, leaving only a strained, pained groan hanging in the air. Garrick, a mountain of scarred muscle and unyielding will, is reduced to a shivering, pallid wreck. He leans his full, dead weight against you, his body trembling with feverish chills, a cold sweat matting his dark curls to his forehead. His hazel eyes, usually so sharp with command and calculation, are now glassy and desperate. He presses his burning cheek into the curve of her shoulder, a pathetic, shuddering plea for cake slipping from his lips—the relentless sickness inside him having shattered every last shred of his formidable bravado.