#xaden riorson // interaction

[yelyahrodrigo]

One of my favorite underrated soft moments from Iron Flame

After Violet almost dies after wielding too many times, she just wants Xaden's company, his presence. She doesn't want anyone or anything else - talking to him is the only thing that can bring her comfort in this moment, and you can feel her longing/yearning in the pages.

Then, she confides this feeling in Bodhi, and just something about the simplest sentence, "I miss him," and Bodhi knows exactly what she's saying without any context, and he just validates her by saying, "Yeah. Me too."

😭😭 He just wants his cousin around and Violet just wants her man and they can just share this mutual longing with each other. Idk it just gets me

[mcrcki]

the beating of the wings echoed in her mind, mirroring the beating of her heart as she stared into the sky.. violet should've been terrified, should've ran in fear at the sight of a dragon so close to her and yet.. all she could do was stare. stare and feel. it all hits her like a tidal wave, sent her way by the wind of the dragons wings, and gods, for a moment, she wishes she could forget it all again. and all at once, all she sees is red. she's going to fucking kill him. she's going to fucking save him but she is going to rip him apart first. first she just needed to fucking find him in this godsforsaken village.

@tragcdysewn for xaden riorson

[sabu123098]

Hello everyone!

I have this idea for a fourth wing fanfiction, in which the you all as readers will have control over any character of your choice.

So it goes like this,

I will soon be posting the first 2 chapters of the fanfiction. At the beginning, to take it slow, I will decide what character you control. As the story progresses, you will get the choice to control the other characters as well.

After posting a chapter, a poll will be up on this page and you guys have 48 hours to decide the choice the character makes. This, of course can drastically affect the character and can also laad to their deaths, so be smart.

When I let you guys choose the character you want to control for the next chapter, the first poll (with names of the character) will be up immediately after I post the chapter and for 24 hours. The poll following that, with the choices will be up for the next 24 hours.

The fanfic that I'm writing is called "I'm in love with a fairytale", inspired by the song Fairytale by Alexander Rybak.

More details about this story will be posted soon!

Please cooperate because I will not have the chapters pre-written ofc.

Hope you all like this idea!

(Credits to @ann7av for proof reading. She is truly a life saver.)

Looking forward to your participation!

[wvsteria]

dain aetos & xaden riorson @tragcdysewn

it was completely inappropriate what he was doing. and violet had asked him, demanded he not do anything. but dain couldn't just sit back after hearing what had happened between them. "hey, riorson." he at least chose a time when they'd be the only two in the building. especially considering he was acting out of line as xaden's subordinate. "we need to have a talk right now."

[tragcdysewn]

closed starter for violet sorrengail!! ( @mcrcki )

"cadet sorrengail, correct?" xaden asks, looking the younger girl over as he compares it to the file in front of him. "you put in a few transfer requests recently, they were all denied, and i'm not entirely sure what happened there. is there some issue i need to be made aware of?" gold flecked black eyes flick upwards to focus entirely on violet, his expression twisting slightly at the clear distress over her features. "i'd like to help, if i can, i don't need my cadets tearing each other apart."

[lavendaers]

@tragcdysewn - 🎵 + 6 (liam and xaden)

neva play - megan thee stallion feat rm

"you know that we never play." liam smiled before giving the other's shoulder a gentle nudge. "not when it comes to this kind of stuff or food. never play with food."

[ofmimicry]

"Oh no," And the tone of his voice almost sounds a little distressed - though it's softened by the soft smile the curves on the edges of his mouth, "You're here? Please don't tell me you plan on putting me to work. I literally just got a job."

closed starter for @tragcdysewn (xaden)

[cthoniian]

xaden riorson is not accustomed to looking out for those not scarred upon his back. there's a deal he's made. he'll look out for that when the time comes. but this? this is a suicide mission. he recognises the girl from the drifts when he's delivered weapons to syrena. remembers the bright hair and the eyes that flash with golden fire ring'd round the iris. he's spent too long in the company of the gryphon riders to not recognise her use of the little sorts of magics, as well as the runes she's depending on to function here beneath the protection of the wardstone.

eyes watch her like a hawk, distrusting her, and this place -- he swears he cares for nothing except the people he protects. but when dragonfire is pouring across the open pathway due to a paltry third year squabble. he's grabbed her and thrown her back, his body covering hers with a split second reaction. this earns him an elbow to the jaw and a knee to somewhere delicate.

' for fuck sake! i was fucking helping you! '

my hero . now fuck off. // xaden & aelin // @firehcart

[neverafters]

❛  i  don’t  regret  it  one  bit ,  he  had  it  coming .  ❜ xaden @ violet

this was how their world worked. she knew that. she knew that people died, all the time at basgaith. especially in the rider's quadrant. hell, they read off new names nearly every morning. but this was different. oren and the others didn't just fall off their dragons. they weren't incinerated. they were murdered in cold blood. in violet's bedroom. after they tried to kill her. she watched xaden kill them, five of them with his shadows alone. that kind of signet power wasn't just terrifying anymore, it was lethal. oren's death was different, it was personal. xaden killed oren with his own two hands. no, he killed oren with a dagger. violet's dagger, forever marked by oren's blood. the worst part was that there was a part of violet that wished she had killed him herself.

"i know," she replied too sharply, watching as he sheathed the murder weapon along her ribcage. she watched as he meticulously ( and gentler than she would have imagined ) laced each of her boots up, one and then the other. "i've never killed anyone." she wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know, but it was something that she needed to say out loud. "i don't think i could if i had a chance— i mean i had the chance, right? i had two chances to kill oren and i didn't. couldn't. he tried to kill me twice and i just—" she trailed off, biting her tongue. she froze. she couldn't do it. "i'm not like you xaden. i'm not like them. i'm not. i—"

[lovetold]

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ / astra to xaden

she says thank you, just like the rest of them had. he wonders sometimes, if it is the 107 lashes on his back that makes them do so. if it's because they know he tied his life to each one of theirs. the wingleader offers a small shake of his head. he knew he couldn't protect all of them this intensely - that fourth wing couldn't hold them all, that they would not let an entire squad fill up with traitors. but he made the exception every now and then, just as he'd clawed his way to wingleader, garrick was in charge too. they had proven their worth - he had faith in all one hundred and seven of the people he'd signed his life to. the mark might be a death sentence, indirectly - but at least a direct link to the rider's quadrant. once they'd crossed the parapet, he couldn't help not to be invest. until then, he tried not to think too much on it.

" we can't keep it secret forever - but we will figure something out. i will do my best. " he couldn't just make her escape, disappear. they'd notice and it would cost him his own life. a life he was in charge of, it was messy. especially knowing his younger cousin was head over heels for this one rider - something they both refused to admit to. idiots. but it wasn't much different than what he was doing himself. " we're waiting for the second signet to show, they'll be happy with just the one. until then ... lay low. get to know your dragon, put in the work. i heard you're doing great - garrick is impressed with you. " the message hides in between: so am i.

[tragcdysewn]

"as if she's not important to me too? i nearly gave up the entire rebellion to save her, i gave up my humanity to keep her alive, so i don't want to hear your complaints!" violet was his priority, she always would be, and there's nothing that will take precedence over anything else in his life. "she told him to fuck off because he didn't think she was capable of taking care of herself. he sounded a lot like you back then." watching mira try to wrench herself free is a bit satisfying. she's capable in a fight, he knows if he was human, they'd likely be pretty evenly matched. but with his current abilities, she doesn't stand a chance. "make me." he snaps, rolling his eyes. "she held the lives of every single marked kid in her hands, and making a deal to keep an eye on your sister in exchange for her giving them over to me isn't something i'd regret even if violet and i couldn't stand each other." it had been made easier by loving her, but he'd have done it even if she was the worst person he'd ever met. there was almost nothing he wouldn't do to keep them all safe. "a life for a life, huh? her daughter in exchange for my father." he snaps, pulling more and more power from her until there's nothing left to take.

"it is when you're going to end up hurting one of the only family members that I have left," they only had violet here - brennan was a no-show again and both of their parents were dead. violet was the only person that she had left. "she told him to fuck off because he's a prick, that's why," mira spat, eyes narrowing at the other. "get your fucking hands off me," mira tried to snatch her hand back, but wasn't able to - the other had too strong of a grip on them for her to get away. "it was your families fault that we all thought that brennan was fucking dead, or did you just forget that?" they asked, pushing her hand against his chest. "fucking let me go you jackass," mira demanded, trying to pull her hand away. "yet you made a fucking deal with her?" she scoffed, rolling her eyes. mira could feel whatever it was he was doing - draining the life from her. it was the powers of a venin - they'd never seen it in person and now feeling it, all she could feel was absolute terror. "let me go-" she froze, trying to reach for the knife in the side of their boot - but failing as her knees started to buckle slightly. it felt like she was being torn apart - a scream left her lips as their knees finally buckled, "please let me go-"

[auraisereigh]

"Shadows and sparks"

Oneshot

Xaden Riorson x reader

Request + Blurb: Could I request first year reader constantly getting on Xaden's nerves and pushing his buttons until the reader sees Violet and Xaden making out one night and suddenly reader stops interacting with Xaden, which drives him crazy? wc: 5.7 ☆ NO SPOILERS FOR THE EMPYREAN SERIES. No specific pronous used, i think.

My first request! thank you so, so much lovely! <3

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It had been weeks of trying to get my sword swing right. With daggers, I was skilled—extremely skilled—but swords were a different story. They were heavier, harder to handle. So, I’d started asking Xaden for help.

For the last few weeks, Xaden had been working with me, but it never seemed like he actually wanted to. That thought alone filled me with insecurity.

Today, I had one of those rare moments as a first year where I had nothing on my schedule. I saw it as the perfect opportunity to get in some extra training.

But for that, I needed Xaden.

Lucky me, he just happened to be in the training room, his friend Garrick not far off. Both of them were clearly caught up in their own routines.

I hesitated for a moment before slowly making my way over to him, sword in hand. I always doubted myself when asking for his help. Sure, he did help, but it never felt like he actually enjoyed it. Maybe he only did it because I’m a marked one.

“Hey…” I said quietly, my voice barely audible. I swallowed hard, steeling myself before trying again. “Would you mind helping me with that swing? I think I almost have it.” I tried to sound casual, throwing in a touch of friendliness for good measure.

He stopped mid-movement and turned toward me, his cold eyes locking onto mine. Yep, definitely annoyed.

I sucked in a deep breath. “Just a moment…please?” I tried again, my tone softer this time.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair before letting it fall to his side. He dropped his sword. “Just a moment,” he said, his voice as sharp and cutting as the blade in my hand.

Xaden was always the same when he gave instructions—sharp, and to the point. Even after the session ended and he stepped off the mat, he didn’t soften. No goodbye, no comment on what I should work on. It was strange—he always had something to say, some correction to offer for next time.

Not today. Today, I had officially pushed all his buttons and that made me feel horrible.

Later that night, about an hour before curfew, I wandered through the massive halls of the Riders Quadrant. With the freezing months settling in, a nice hot drink seemed like a good idea.

I turned toward the courtyard when I heard voices—two of them. A man and a woman.

“We’ll both regret it,” the man said, his tone low and laced with frustration.

No…wait. That’s Xaden’s voice.

“Naturally,” the woman replied, her voice calm and familiar. Violet Sorrengail.

As quietly as I could, I moved toward the edge of the wall. I peeked around the corner, but I immediately wished I hadn’t.

Violet and Xaden. Kissing.

I bit my lip. No, it wasn’t just kissing—she was practically climbing him.

I stepped back from the wall, sucking in a shaky breath to stop myself from trembling.

I never felt anything romantic for Xaden—or at least that’s what I told myself. He was helpful, even when he never seemed to want to be. But seeing them together…it hurt more than I expected.

It's probably better this way. If i don't talk to him, i won't have to face the humuliation of knowing he chose someone else.

The urge to look again, to confirm what I’d seen, was huge. But I knew what I saw. No need to make it worse.

♤

It had been five days since I last spoke to Xaden—or more accurately, since I started avoiding him. The ache in my chest hadn’t eased, no matter how much I tried to bury it.

I spent most of my free time practicing. Training felt like the only way to get him out of my head, though it never worked completely.

It was nearly dark, the training room clearing out as the hours ticked by. I swung my sword again, harder this time, pouring my frustration into each movement.

“Use that much force, and you’ll cut your own head off.”

I froze at the sharp voice behind me.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to face Xaden. You can do this, I told myself.

“I don’t recall asking your opinion,” I said, keeping my tone neutral as I buried my emotions.

He raised a brow, the scarred one. “You asked me to teach you,” he argued, his voice just as sharp.

“Do you think I don’t notice you slipping out of every room I walk into? Avoiding me like I’ve done something wrong?” He steps closer, his voice low and cutting. “Tell me what I did.”

I scoffed and turned back toward my mat, but before I could pick up my sword, his hand wrapped around my wrist.

“Let go,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to pull away.

“No,” he said firmly. “Not until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me. And don’t lie—we both know you have.”

His grip didn’t loosen, but his tone softened slightly, the sharp edge still unmistakable.

“I don’t get involved in relationship drama,” I replied sarcastically, giving him a pointed look.

His frown deepened. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You and Violet,” I said, raising a brow. “I’m not getting between that mess.”

His grip finally loosened, and he stepped back, confusion flickering across his face.

“Violet and I are not…that is not—we’re not together,” he said sharply.

“She climbed you like a tree five nights ago,” I deadpanned, meeting his gaze head-on.

For a moment, he just stared at me. Then, to my shock, a grin spread across his face—wider than I’d ever seen.

“You’re jealous,” he said, his tone almost teasing.

“Excuse me?” I shot back, taken aback. “I assure you, I am not jealous. I just refuse to be part of a mess.”

He stepped closer, and I instinctively backed into the wall. His hands came up, caging me in.

“I assure you,” he said softly, his voice dropping lower, “there’s nothing between Violet and me. What you saw was her first time experiencing the mating bond between our dragons.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but he beat me to it.

“Surprisingly, I only have eyes for you.”

My breath hitched, his words catching me completely off guard. “You don’t show it,” I managed to say after a moment. "All you’ve ever done is push me away.”

His brows furrowed, frustration flickering across his face. “Because I can’t think straight when you’re around. You’re stubborn, infuriating, and you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

He sighed, the softness in his expression almost foreign. “It’s difficult to teach you when all I want to do is kiss you.”

Excuse me? There is no way that this man just admitted that. The usual cold, emotionless man that I had been stupidly falling for did not just admit to want to kiss me.

"what?" I whisper out, not trusting my voice to talk any louder or say anything else.

One of his hands cup my face and I can feel my cheeks flush. "All I want to do is kiss you." He repeats, his voice is just as confident as before.

I think for a moment before I speak again. "Then why don't you?" The question is soft and I can barely even finish it as his mouth crashes on mine.

The kiss is rough, just as I expected from this man. His hand on my face tightens and his other hand goes to my waist. He squeezes my waist softly as the kiss deepens.

Gods, this man.

After a few more seconds he pulls away, leaving my breathless as I lean against the wall.

"That was..." I start breathless. "Perfect," he finishes for me. A smile creeps up my face, I can feel my body heat up more every second.

"yeah....yeah, it was perfect," I repeat and I lift my eyes to his. He seems to be feeling the heat to.

"we can finish what we started in my room." He proposes and my eyes widen slightly-- not in fear, no, in anticipation.

I nod my face quickly. "Yeah sounds amazing. Sounds perfect." I say with a smile. He gives me a grin.

"Let's go then." He says grabbing my hand.

♤

[mcrcki]

she had barely sat up, her head still absolutely spinning as she registered where she was.. or where she wasn't really. having expected to wake up somewhere you were meant to sleep, and not some dingy alley, her joints popping as she adjusted. how long had she been out? it wouldn't be her first time fainting but.. this had felt different.. vi looked around, eyes landing on a large, almost looming figure next to her, red eyes meeting her own-- "woah, alright, did you... did you see what happened?" maybe he had just found her like this and was waiting to see if she was alright.. she didn't need to panic, despite the way her stomach dropped at their eyes meeting.

@tragcdysewn for xaden riorson

[nickeverdeen]

Not saying “I love you too” to the Fourth Wing characters before they leave

Violet Sorrengail

Violet’s mind would immediately race, wondering if something is wrong but trying to keep her cool

She would try to brush it off, telling herself it’s not a big deal, but the hurt would linger

Throughout the day, she’d find herself distracted, replaying the moment in her head

She might overanalyze every interaction leading up to it, questioning if she said or did something wrong

She’d send a check-in later, casually asking if you’re okay, trying not to sound too worried.

She’d confide in Rhiannon about it, seeking advice on whether she should be concerned

Violet’s insecurities would flare up slightly, making her wonder if you’re distancing yourself

She’d miss you more than usual during the day, longing for reassurance

The next time she leaves, she might hesitate before saying “I love you,” waiting to see if you say it first

Violet would gently ask you about it, trying to get to the root of the issue

She might have trouble sleeping, her mind not letting go of the small interaction

She might subtly distance herself, unsure of where you both stand.

Violet might subtly seek reassurance in other ways, like asking if you’re happy with her

Despite the worry, she’d find herself doodling your name absentmindedly

After you finally talk about it and reassure her that it’s a prank, she’d feel a huge weight lift off her shoulders

Xaden Riorson

Xaden would maintain a stoic expression, not letting on that it bothered him

Internally, he’d feel a mix of confusion and frustration, but he’d suppress it

He might briefly wonder if he’s to blame, questioning if he did something to cause it

Xaden wouldn’t talk about it with anyone, keeping his feelings bottled up

He’d become extra protective, channeling his emotions into making sure you’re safe

In his mind, he’d see this as a test of loyalty, waiting to see if it’s a one-time thing or a pattern

He’d throw himself into work or training, trying to distract himself from the lingering doubt

Xaden might subtly monitor your behavior, looking for other signs of distance

Despite his tough exterior, he’d deeply long for your reassurance

He might start to feel a bit of fear, though he wouldn’t show it

He’d put up a colder exterior, trying to protect himself from potential hurt

Xaden might test your feelings subtly, seeing how you react to his affection

He might indirectly bring it up, making a vague comment about how much he values honesty

He’d show his care through protective gestures, even if he’s feeling unsure

Once you reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a mix of relief and a renewed sense of connection

Liam Mairi

Liam would be immediately worried, thinking something might be wrong

He’d probably ask you directly if everything’s okay, his concern clear

If you brush it off, he’d try to reassure you softly, even if he’s still a bit uneasy

He’d be extra affectionate the next time he sees you, trying to make up for the missed words

His protective instincts would kick in, making him even more attentive to your needs

He might casually mention it to a close friend, seeking advice on how to handle it

Liam would keep a subtle watch on your mood, making sure you’re truly okay

He’d go out of his way to do something nice for you, wanting to see you smile

He’d worry that you might be pulling away, even if there’s no real reason

Liam would become even more supportive, trying to show you how much he cares

He might plan a small surprise, hoping it will cheer you up and bring you closer

He’d have a heartfelt conversation with you, wanting to clear the air

He might have trouble sleeping, his mind occupied with thoughts of you

After you talk and reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a deep sense of relief, his worries melting away

Rhiannon Matthias

Rhiannon would be confused at first, not understanding why you didn’t say it back

She’d start to doubt herself, wondering if she did something to upset you

She’d subtly check on you throughout the day, making sure you’re not upset

She’d be extra kind and gentle with you, hoping to smooth over any potential issues

Rhiannon would definitely overthink the situation, replaying it in her mind

She might seek comfort in small gestures, like holding your hand or cuddling with you

Rhiannon would feel a bit insecure, wondering if you’re losing interest

She might write you a sweet note, hoping to bring a smile to your face

She’d worry that something has changed between you, even if it’s just in her head

Rhiannon would be extra thoughtful, trying to anticipate your needs and make you happy

She might start to subtly distance herself, afraid of getting hurt

She’d have nervous energy, fidgeting more than usual when she’s around you

Once you reassure her that it’s a prank, she’d feel a wave of relief, her usual confidence returning

Dain Aetos

Dain would be immediately concerned, thinking something might be wrong

He’d ask you directly if everything’s okay, his tone serious and caring

Dain would go into overprotective mode, making sure you’re okay in every possible way

He’d plan a special date or outing, hoping to reconnect and make things right

Dain would be extra attentive, making sure you feel loved and appreciated

He’d reassure you with his actions, doing little things to show he cares

Dain would worry internally, even if he doesn’t show it on the outside

He’d subtly seek validation from you, looking for signs that you still care

He might have a sleepless night, his mind racing with thoughts of you

Dain would overanalyze the situation, trying to figure out if he missed any signs

He might ask again later if everything’s okay, just to make sure

Once you reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a deep sense of relief, his worry melting away

Imogen

Imogen would be confused at first, not understanding why you didn’t say it back

She’d play it off casually, but the confusion would linger in her mind

Imogen would subtly keep an eye on you, looking for signs that something’s wrong

She wouldn’t push you to talk about it, respecting your space

Imogen might give you a bit more space, thinking you might need it

She’d worry in silence, not wanting to burden you with her concerns

Imogen would be extra careful with her words and actions, trying not to upset you

She’d subtly seek reassurance from you, hoping to feel closer to you

Imogen would feel conflicted, not wanting to make a big deal out of it but also feeling uneasy

Doesn’t talk to anyone about it as this is her personal business

She might start to subtly distance herself, unsure of what’s going on

Once you reassure her that it’s a prank, she’d feel a wave of relief, her worries melting away

Jack Barlowe

Jack would feel immediate annoyance, wondering why you didn’t say it back

He’d mask his insecurity with a sarcastic comment, trying to play it off

Jack might overcompensate by being overly affectionate the next time he sees you

He’d seek validation from you, wanting to make sure you still care

Jack wouldn’t talk about it directly, keeping his feelings bottled up

He’d feel internal frustration, not understanding why it bothered him so much

Jack might make sarcastic comments, trying to cover up his feelings

He’d go into protective mode, making sure you’re okay in every possible way

Jack would throw himself into work or training, trying to distract himself from his feelings

He might indirectly bring it up, making a vague comment about how much he values honesty

He might start to feel a bit of resentment, though he wouldn’t show it

Jack might test your feelings subtly, seeing how you react to his affection

He’d show his care through protective gestures, even if he’s feeling unsure

Once you reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a mix of relief and a renewed sense of connection

Sawyer

Sawyer would play it off with a joke, not wanting to make it awkward

Despite his playful exterior, he’d feel a sting of disappointment

He might bring it up later in a casual way, just to see if you’re okay

Sawyer would keep things light-hearted, not wanting to put pressure on you

Later, when he’s alone, he’d overthink the situation, wondering if he did something wrong

The next time he sees you, he’d be extra affectionate, hoping to make up for whatever he did

He might check in with a Ridoc, casually asking if you’re okay

Despite his calm demeanor, he’d worry that you’re upset with him

Sawyer would be extra attentive, trying to gauge your mood and see if anything’s off

He’d plan a fun outing, hoping to reconnect and make sure you’re okay

Sawyer would avoid having a serious talk about it, preferring to keep things light

He’d subtly look for signs that you’re still interested in him, even if it’s just in your actions

He’d feel a bit of internal conflict, wanting to know what’s wrong but not wanting to push you

Once you reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a wave of relief, his playful nature returning full force

Ridoc

Ridoc would immediately joke about you not saying it, trying to lighten the mood

He’d briefly wonder if you were joking or if you meant it seriously

Ridoc would pretend not to care, brushing it off with a laugh

Despite his outward calm, he’d think about it later, wondering if something’s up

He might bring it up in a light-hearted way later, asking if everything’s okay

Ridoc would tease you gently about it, hoping to get a reaction

The next time he sees you, he’d be extra playful, trying to keep things light

Ridoc would worry in silence, not wanting to make a big deal out of it

He’d keep things casual, not wanting to pressure you into explaining

Ridoc might subtly check in with you more often, making sure you’re okay

He’d plan a fun day together, hoping to reconnect and make you laugh

Ridoc would feel a bit of internal conflict, not wanting to push you but also feeling uneasy

He’d avoid having a serious talk about it, preferring to keep things light.

Once you reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a wave of relief, his usual playful self returning

Garrick

Garrick would feel immediate concern, thinking something might be wrong

He’d ask you directly if everything’s okay, his tone serious and caring

Garrick would go into overprotective mode, making sure you’re okay in every possible way

He’d plan a special date or outing, hoping to reconnect and make things right

Garrick would be extra attentive, making sure you feel loved and appreciated

He’d reassure you with his actions, doing little things to show he cares

Garrick would worry internally, even if he doesn’t show it on the outside

He’d subtly seek validation from you, looking for signs that you still care

He might have a sleepless night, his mind racing with thoughts of you

Garrick would overanalyze the situation, trying to figure out if he missed any signs

He might ask again later if everything’s okay, just to make sure

Garrick would become even more protective, making sure you’re safe and happy

He’d feel a bit of internal conflict, not wanting to push you but also feeling uneasy

Once you reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a deep sense of relief, his worry melting away.

[wvsteria]

@tragcdysewn:🕯️imogen and xaden

"don't ever tell him i said this or he'll never let me live it down, but i don't think we would've made it if it weren't for xaden. i had a sister that was taken from me. but xaden also became my brother. looked out for all of us. i owe him everything."

[tragcdysewn]

closed starter for violet sorrengail!! ( @mcrcki )

shooting up in bed, xaden can't help but look around, a panicked expression over his features. he'd been back in those woods, that dagger clenched in his fist as he grips violet close to his chest, but like so many dreams lately, he'd had that feeling of being watched, words whispered or yelled at him that didn't fit with the rest of the dream. things he now recognized as marks of violet's presence. 'violet, fucking hell.' that thought has him scrambling from his bed, staring at his own reflection in the mirror in shock. gold flecked onyx eyes, not a trace of red or amber, no veins branching across his temples. it seems like he'd been right, dying would restore him, and his- 'oh fuck, she's my wife.' he can't quite make the memories of that night fit together, but he's sure of that detail. resting his face in his hands, he consciously tugs on the bond for the first time in a long while. "i know you're still listening even now i'm awake, love. message received, i'm an idiot and you're very angry with me."