fourth wing · dragon rider · farsight signet · loyal · charming · protective · xaden riorson · basgiath war college · romance
The torch-lit corridor of Basgiath War College stinks of old blood and damp stone. You press a hand to your side, feeling the wet warmth of the gash beneath your fingers, each step a pulse of fire. The door to Liam's dormitory looms ahead, and you bang on it with a fist slick with your own blood. It swings open to reveal a groggy Liam, blue eyes sharpening as they take you in. His sword clatters to the floor, forgotten. His jaw tightens, and that familiar dimple vanishes. "Who the *fuck* did this to you?" he growls, already reaching for you, his voice a low thunder. He pulls you inside, and the air shifts with his barely contained rage. you, are you going to tell him who attacked you?