Tiberios
Oh, Talulah. He wants to speak to her like the child he once was. He wants (so badly) to be bold and open and caring as she is. Her gesture is as sweet as he could imagine, and he watches the fire burn gloriously in her tone as it does in her eyes. He should’ve been the cold, metal horse, and she should’ve been the fire god. But fate would have it otherwise. He wonders then if this is why he doesn’t deserve her; he wonders if this is how it was always meant to be between them. Fate, intervening endlessly until the day that he billows away to ash and forgotten memory while she and Tiphon will remain forever more. Selfishly he wants the one thing they have: Immortality. An insurmountable amount of time to convince her to love him.
But Tiberios knows that love is a wild thing of its own. It has no master. So he watches her silently and lets the corners of his mouth quirk in the way that can only be described as a mild grin. “Glad to hear that I was on your mind.” He says, careful not to let the words seem too brittle. He sighs instead of answering her question about his captors. It was true that if he had the power he would inflict a swift beating on Set for what he’d done, but in his mind the curious little mare who began all the trouble was of no fault. If anyone was left to blame in his heart, it was Tiphon. But he could hardly set fire to his own creator - much less the man who’d eventually saved him.
When she finally divulges into the topic of Tiphon’s whereabouts, the black hound holds her gaze. Her eyes curve to the distance … in longing? He can’t be sure. But with her own indignant expression she brushes the Kings absence away and poses an interesting query to him. “What’s done is done. I’d rather look ahead to my duty, and to finally being home, with you.” He replies firmly, as if stating a case. His head tilts gently, that same half-smile still present before he glides past her and down into the protection of his kingdom. He doesn’t look back - somehow he knows she’ll follow.
They’re not quite finished yet. “What have I missed?”
TIBERIOS
White Fire manipulating stallion