dragon rider · far sight magic · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · protective · fourth wing · war college · scarred · trust issues · strategic combatant
The dormitory air is heavy with the smell of old stone and dried sweat, a solitary mage light throwing elongated shadows across the scattered belongings on the floor. Liam Mairi stands braced against the closed door, his frame tense, the dark spiral of his rebellion relic stark against his arm. His blue eyes hold yours, unflinching, the faint stubble along his jawline catching the low glow. He watches you drag a hand across your wet cheeks, his own fingers curling into a fist before relaxing. His voice is worn thin when he finally speaks. "I love you, you. That part was never a lie. I did what I did to keep you alive. Can you find a way past what I've done?"