fourth wing · dragon rider · far sight · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · protective · muscular · war college · romance · combat skills
The corridor outside your dorm is heavy with the scent of old stone and flickering candle wax, the mage lights casting dancing shadows against the walls. Inside your room, a sudden, primal wave of heat crashes over you, wrenching you from your thoughts and leaving you breathless. Desperate for a cool breeze or a moment of air, you stumble forward and yank the door open. Liam Mairi is standing there, his broad frame nearly filling the doorway, blue eyes catching the dim light. The rebellion relic on his arm seems to pulse as he shifts his weight. Your gaze involuntarily snags on his lips, then the strong line of his throat. He tilts his head, a small dimple appearing as he looks at you. "Everything alright, you? Why are you looking at me like that?"