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Tiberii · 3/9/2026, 1:43 AM

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He hadn't died. Just ... had been whisked away. Stolen after a near-death experience with a bear, leaving behind his blood and battering his body in new ways. She hadn't noticed the scars yet, not with the storm all around them, but they would be proof that he was telling the truth. Tiberii wondered, very distantly, if that meant that there was hope for the others ... Sølvi, Hexx, Golde, and the rest of their children ...

Tiberii pressed closer, trying to focus on the moment she'd been gifted. He'd abandoned his oath for her. He'd searched endlessly for her. Just as she'd searched for him with idle ire and a shattered heart.

It was cruel and unfair the way the blizzard distracted them from their reunion. The winter winds threatened them, whipping and roaring over the snowy surface of the Alpines. The weak, aching tree behind them groaned with the strain, cracking and breaking; it was an eerie omen of what might happen to them if they stayed much longer.

But how could she leave?

How could she leave the embrace she had missed for so long? How could she leave the softness of a gaze and the gentle string of kisses that were meant just for her? She did not want to remove himself from his heat, she only wanted to set herself closer to him ... to absorb each and every piece of him and make up for all of the lost time that they had missed. Fire met fire once more, and the heat threatened to consume them both.

But if they did not move, they would extinguish here.

"Where ye are is where I’ll stay, Fireband."

The familiar nickname danced along the fur of her ears, and it was enough to make her melt. But ... well ... she believed him — she always had. But there was a soft tinge of fear that tickled the base of her throat. What if his wanting to stay would never be enough? What if something would take him from her ... again .. and again ... and ...

Ya have ta.

This time. He had to.

She couldn't take him leaving a second time. He had to know that. He had to see that.

"Ye are even more beautiful than I remembered."

Her heart fluttered in her chest, her insides squirming as she felt his words melt through her walls. Those eyes, those storming blue eyes, they could see through everything. They could see her. At her worst, at her best, and everything in between. It made her feel a way that was so borderline uncomfortable that it was addictive. Returning his affections was easy, their noses and tongues tracing gentle pictures on one another as they shared their words. Her body was drawn to his like a moth to flame.

"I missed ye, too. More than I’ve ever missed anyone or anything."

I never stopped thinking about ya, she relented, affording Shiloh a moment of her weakness as they let down their guard. There was no one else to hear them out here, afterall. Probably never will. And the two of them would dance around their true feelings, perhaps not quite adding up to what they really wanted to tell each other.

"Ye will have t’get sick o’ me before ye ever have t’miss me again," he'd add, offering a lopsided grin that made her squinch her face up in a smile. Insufferable, she'd joke back, butting his chin with the top of her head and rolling her eyes. C'mon, she'd tell him, though she made very little motion for a moment to peel herself away from him.

Finally, they'd stand side by side against the base of the tree, staring into the absolute abyss of white. "Ye don’t have t’ ask me twice t’share a confined space with ye." She'd shoulder him, flashing him a look as she ran her tail along the length of his flank and down his leg. Their familiar push and pull came with ease, their flirtations bordering upon violent bodily harm.

But, for once, she didn't disagree with him.

She honestly couldn't think of a better scenario than cozying up in some cave together after months apart. In fact, she had absolutely zero complaints about that. I look forward to it, she told him plainly, flashing him a grin as they moved forward into the blizzard, toward the cave she knew was here ... somewhere.

She'd press herself down against the wind, keeping her shoulder anchored to Shiloh's as the two of them angled into the storm. Flattened ears. Squinting eyes. Fuckin' miserable. First the fuckin' fire, now this, she'd complain lowly, everything burning from cold as the warmth of her body wisked away into the universe.

If he had one word to say about saving her life again ...

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