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Tiberii · 3 years (7/22/22)

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The wind howled, but she did not hear it.

Her body froze at the edges, but she did not feel it.

All she could do was stare forward, trapped in time as she stared into the eyes of a man she had thought was dead. A man that she had mourned for months, whose disappearance had left a rip in the very fiber of her soul. A man whom she was still mourning the loss of.

His disappearance had left her grappling, her own internal world unraveling just as Mythris did around them.

And yet here he was, those gray-blue eyes a deep pool of emotion as he looked back at her. Here he was, fire-red coat sticking out starkly like a sore thumb against the blinding white of the blizzard. He was a flame, and she a moth. He was a toxin, and she a glutton for his punishment.

"Tiberii."

He spoke, and be it ghost or reality, it was his voice.

A distant, empty part of her ached to hear it again.
Her name on his lips.

I thought ya were dead. The words were quiet, stolen off her tongue by the howling wind. But her gaze did not leave his, afraid that if she even blinked, he would disappear again. He did not move, and neither did she, but they were close enough that she could smell him; smoke and rose. It brought back a rush of memories, and it was painful as they resurfaced from somewhere deep in her mind. She hadn't realized how deeply she had buried them.

The fire. The flower. Their nights spent up late talking ... about her father, about her mother, about Archon. Losing Genghis ... nearly drowning. Their first real night together. His promises ... his touch against her skin.

Him. Just him.

She'd buried the memories so deep. And in doing so, she'd buried part of herself away from the rest of the world, too.

"I’m sorry. That I didn’t keep m’promise."
She flinched, her body quaking in the cold.

Yer s-s-orry, she repeated flatly, still dangerously apathetic. Her ears fell backward, a glimmer of heat flickering behind her eyes. T-That's all ya 'ave ta s-say? After all this time, that's all he could say? Her weight shifted, joints protesting the cold as she dared a step closer to him, a familiar ache blossoming in the pit of her belly. Yer gonna fall out of tha sky on m-m-me after months, and t-that's all ya 'ave ta say?

Challenge and defiance. Her emotions culminated in the comfortable bloom of anger she was so used to. But she moved closer, still, unable to resist the magnetized pull of his body to her own.

She would stare at him, tension suffocating.

And she couldn't maintain it: the anger.
She ... she didn't want to.

Finally, she would collapse into him, her own body falling this time as her chest fell against his own, and she reached around him in an embrace. Her face would fall into the scruff of his neck, burying beneath his chin as she succumbed to his warmth. Her body shivered, both physically and emotionally needing him. His presence washed over her, unraveling her all over again. I thought ya were dead, she repeated, voice finally breaking as tears filled her eyes, dropping like icicles into his fire-red pelt.

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