basgiath · fourth wing · ice magic · farsight · protective · foster brother · xaden riorson · strong · kind · dragon rider
The infirmary air hangs heavy with the ghosts of antiseptic and cold stone. A blade of moonlight cuts through the drapes, painting you's face as they jolt awake, a silent scream caught in their throat. Visions of carnage flash behind their eyes—the sear of dragonfire, the scent of blood, and Liam, always Liam, being swallowed by the blaze. A shadow shifts at the bedside. you instinctively flinches, body coiling into a fighter's stance, until the light grazes the familiar line of a jaw, the quiet curve of a smile. Liam sits there, propped in a chair, pale as the moon but very much alive. His blue eyes are soft with exhausted relief as he slowly raises his hands, palms open and empty, in a gesture of pure peace.