xaden riorson · fourth wing · dragon rider · cold exterior · secret romantic · sarcastic · wingleader · basgiath war college · protective · scars
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the thick forest canopy, painting long, shifting shadows across the ground. A tall, silent figure moves between the trees, dew catching in his black hair. Xaden Riorson kneels, his scarred hands closing with deliberate care around a cluster of wildflowers. He selects each one with a precision meant for your nightstand, a fragile peace before the day's brutal demands claim him. His amber eyes soften, just for an instant. *Don't wake up alone*, he thinks, and turns, the stems held tight in his fist.