Tiberios
Shatter always says what he cannot, and then some. There’s no hint of awkwardness, no shy reprimand of his absence, not even a lingering tendril of hate for his abandonment. She makes up for so much lost time in a matter of seconds, and she worships him as if he were still the young idiot who’d stolen her heart so long ago. Tiberios understands now more than ever that it should have been someone else who loved her (and without him knowing, there may be someone else out there who does.) But Shatter had refused to give up on him, and for that he would never go missing again. The warm embrace she holds him in now causes a wild shiver to run tangent up his spine, and his lips are quick to bless her skin in return.
“Shatter.” He replies, reverent with the word as it leaves his mouth. When she steps back he refuses the action and moves instead with her, feeling the necessity to have some part of him touching her. There was never a time for reassurance until now, and he needs her to understand that every of inch of him is devoted to her unconditionally. He will never be far from her again. “I’ve been lonely.” He answers. A quip accompanied by a tender smirk. One of his ears crooks in her direction, and he finds that the broken tone still lingers in the air around them. She still hesitates, still fears.
“It’s time for me to come home.” He states, lowering his head so that it will rest on the supple curve of her back. What he doesn’t say is that ‘home’ has a new indication for him. The Dale - there was nothing left for him to return to there. All that he had left behind in that kingdom had found new purpose, new meaning without him. What truly mattered was a living, breathing entity. A flesh-and-blood daughter who hounded his memory and deserved a present father. “I’ve missed you so much.”
TIBERIOS
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