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[♡] ooh, let's talk about chemistry - Tiberii - 3/13/2026
RE: [♡] ooh, let's talk about chemistry - Shiloh - 3/15/2026
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SKILL : Howlentines ( 1 / 5 )
Every morning since his return, he opened his eyes with trepidation. He braced for disappointment, for his reality to crumble away in the sudden, gut-wrenching way dreams so often did when wakefulness returned.
But they didn't.
Tiberii was still there; they were half-frozen to death most of the time, but the biting cold was another reinforced reminder that they were truly reunited. He was back in Mythris, and he dared the powers that be to try and fuck with them again - it would have to kill him first, but that would only slow him down from returning to her once again.
He had already proven his determination once.
While they stopped briefly to check in with Fable and the others to ensure they arrived safely, he looked forward to returning to the Vale. He wanted the predictability that came from having a routine and somewhere to put down roots again - even better that said roots shared soil with Tiberii's.
He always had a home in Avon, he knew, but it wasn't where he wanted to be.
Shiloh marched along at Tiberii's side, his side pressing to hers whenever the opportunity arose. He had to keep her warm, after all - it was the gentlemanly, chivalrous thing to do.
Or so he'd tell anyone who asked.
The truth was a lot more self-serving. He appreciated the constant, steady reminder of her presence. Though he didn't voice it because he didn't want to worry her, he kept holding his breath to wait for everything to fall apart again. The lion suspected it would be a while yet before he was assured that he was well and settled in Mythris for good and that he wouldn't lose her any time soon. What if he was dragged away the moment they no longer touched? What if it was her next time?
Like her, he didn't think he could endure being parted from her again.
A scent permeated the air and he struggled to place it. Immediately, it didn't rouse alarm in him - he had been gone for several months in Mythris' time to his understanding, and with blue fissures spreading in spiderwebbing fractals that promised death and discomfort to all who ventured too close, he didn't claim to know what "normal" was now.
Maybe the world just smelled like something concocted in a confectioner's kitchen now, he wouldn't know any different. It wasn't until it drew Tiberii's attention that the gears began to turn and he slid into a modality more aligned with the vigilant knight he still was, oathbreaker or not.
His gaze lifted to follow the direction of hers as his strides became more purposeful. Something warmed him, urging his tense muscles to relax, which really just ratcheted up the rising unease. Shiloh's recent brush with unseen forces left him a little wary, for good reason. Add in the sharp blade of uncertainty pressed to his throat, and it had his hackles twitching and his teeth itching for reprisal.
He could see the flickering flame now and his instincts demanded he yank Tiberii back and check it out first, but she had plodded ahead and now looked back at him as he quickened his steps to catch up to her. Shiloh's eyes met hers and parts of his conscious thoughts began to chip away; what was he so worried about again?
He followed Tiberii, as if trailing a string held taut. Powerless, yielding.
The lapses in his short-term memory unfurled a tendril of worry in his chest as the notes on the air deepened with proximity to the flame, but it was quashed easily by the warm, heavy contentment that was housed there and unwilling to entertain the interloping emotion. It made a poor bedfellow for the glib feeling of being unworried, unfettered by concern for the future. He could relate this sensation only to being drunk or when he, Fable, Vixen, and Kieran had sometimes gotten into stashes of various "mood enhancers." The pleasantly cozy feeling was out of place with their current situation.
They were in the middle of woods, at the river's edge, with a flame possessing hues no normal flame should. Distantly, he recalled introducing various minerals could change the color of fire, but he couldn't seem to remember ever seeing a pink flame.
It was cold, dark, and snow surrounded them... but he didn't feel any of the bitter chill that had followed them all this time.
Such a revelation made his stomach roll faintly despite the general sense of unbothered ease coiling around his shoulders. He didn't like the idea of his homeland spreading into this realm, sprouting fires like luring feelers designed to ferret him out like a moth. With a shift that was less graceful and self-possessed than his usual motions, he tried to wedge himself between Tiberii and the flame.
But they didn't.
Tiberii was still there; they were half-frozen to death most of the time, but the biting cold was another reinforced reminder that they were truly reunited. He was back in Mythris, and he dared the powers that be to try and fuck with them again - it would have to kill him first, but that would only slow him down from returning to her once again.
He had already proven his determination once.
While they stopped briefly to check in with Fable and the others to ensure they arrived safely, he looked forward to returning to the Vale. He wanted the predictability that came from having a routine and somewhere to put down roots again - even better that said roots shared soil with Tiberii's.
He always had a home in Avon, he knew, but it wasn't where he wanted to be.
Shiloh marched along at Tiberii's side, his side pressing to hers whenever the opportunity arose. He had to keep her warm, after all - it was the gentlemanly, chivalrous thing to do.
Or so he'd tell anyone who asked.
The truth was a lot more self-serving. He appreciated the constant, steady reminder of her presence. Though he didn't voice it because he didn't want to worry her, he kept holding his breath to wait for everything to fall apart again. The lion suspected it would be a while yet before he was assured that he was well and settled in Mythris for good and that he wouldn't lose her any time soon. What if he was dragged away the moment they no longer touched? What if it was her next time?
Like her, he didn't think he could endure being parted from her again.
A scent permeated the air and he struggled to place it. Immediately, it didn't rouse alarm in him - he had been gone for several months in Mythris' time to his understanding, and with blue fissures spreading in spiderwebbing fractals that promised death and discomfort to all who ventured too close, he didn't claim to know what "normal" was now.
Maybe the world just smelled like something concocted in a confectioner's kitchen now, he wouldn't know any different. It wasn't until it drew Tiberii's attention that the gears began to turn and he slid into a modality more aligned with the vigilant knight he still was, oathbreaker or not.
His gaze lifted to follow the direction of hers as his strides became more purposeful. Something warmed him, urging his tense muscles to relax, which really just ratcheted up the rising unease. Shiloh's recent brush with unseen forces left him a little wary, for good reason. Add in the sharp blade of uncertainty pressed to his throat, and it had his hackles twitching and his teeth itching for reprisal.
He could see the flickering flame now and his instincts demanded he yank Tiberii back and check it out first, but she had plodded ahead and now looked back at him as he quickened his steps to catch up to her. Shiloh's eyes met hers and parts of his conscious thoughts began to chip away; what was he so worried about again?
He followed Tiberii, as if trailing a string held taut. Powerless, yielding.
The lapses in his short-term memory unfurled a tendril of worry in his chest as the notes on the air deepened with proximity to the flame, but it was quashed easily by the warm, heavy contentment that was housed there and unwilling to entertain the interloping emotion. It made a poor bedfellow for the glib feeling of being unworried, unfettered by concern for the future. He could relate this sensation only to being drunk or when he, Fable, Vixen, and Kieran had sometimes gotten into stashes of various "mood enhancers." The pleasantly cozy feeling was out of place with their current situation.
They were in the middle of woods, at the river's edge, with a flame possessing hues no normal flame should. Distantly, he recalled introducing various minerals could change the color of fire, but he couldn't seem to remember ever seeing a pink flame.
It was cold, dark, and snow surrounded them... but he didn't feel any of the bitter chill that had followed them all this time.
Is it magic?he murmured, looking at the flame with a gentle curiosity he rarely afforded anything. The tension lining his frame melted away like the snow dripping from his coat, warmed into water by the nearness of the flame and his body heat.
Looks like somethin' from Talamh.
Such a revelation made his stomach roll faintly despite the general sense of unbothered ease coiling around his shoulders. He didn't like the idea of his homeland spreading into this realm, sprouting fires like luring feelers designed to ferret him out like a moth. With a shift that was less graceful and self-possessed than his usual motions, he tried to wedge himself between Tiberii and the flame.