Heads In The Cloud

“You ready to join in, Second Squad?” Garrick asks, crooking his fingers directly at Imogen.

-sometime early in iron flame-

Garrick: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Brennan: Seriously? Right in front of my salad??

Ridoc: Omg you two totally broke the table like you did to the armoire in first year didn't you?

Mira: After everything you've done... how will you sleep at night?

She shoots a sideways glance my way. “But he’s right, you and Riorson bicker like you’ve been married fifty years and neither of you wants to do the dishes.” “That is not true,” I protest as Sawyer nods. “Agreed,” Ridoc says. “And it’s always the same fight.” He lifts his hand to his chest. “I’ll trust you if you stop keeping secrets!” He drops the hand and scowls. “It’s my secretive nature that attracted you, and why can’t you just stay out of harm’s way for five fucking minutes?”

Andarna: so why did we all choose our riders?

xaden sitting on the roof of riorson house waiting for his dad to come home

"Well, he described you almost perfectly, Dain Aetos."

Ridoc’s eyes narrow. “I’m just as good of a fighter as any of you, and while you’ve been focused on rehab and Rhiannon is chasing first-years to keep them in line, I’ve been the one reading every fucking book Jesinia shoves at me and spending extra hours training—” The skin on the orange splits. “It really pisses me off when you guys act like my sense of humor somehow lessens my ability to show up for our squad.”