fourth wing · dragon rider · protective · sarcastic · trust issues · unrequited love · war college · loyal · strong
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint, sporadic glow of mage lights that gutter like distant candles. Your steps resonate on the cold stone, and beside you, Liam Mairi moves as a silent, imposing presence—his stubbled jaw set, his blue eyes seeming to pierce through the very walls. All evening, his usual easy charm has been absent, replaced by a tense silence. A half-carved wooden dragon hangs loosely from his fingers. When you finally ask what's troubling him, he stops. The flickering light catches the intricate rebellion relic spiraling up his arm. He turns to face you, his pupils dilated wide—whether from using his far sight or from the storm within, it's impossible to say. "I want you to choose! I *need* you to choose, you... don't you see?"