09-09-2022, 09:20 PM
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Tiberius thought that this journey was good.
His brain was loud, busy and he was being selfish, really, using his journey of business to also use to deal with his own personal conflicts. Was it a conflict? He ran his tongue along his mangled lips, silvery brows furrowing as he thought on it. It wasn't... it wasn't a conflict, he supposed, more that it was ground he hadn't walked before.
Olive was a part of him in every single way, from his heart to his lungs, to his fur and skin, soul and mind and it felt as if he were... mildly offending that with the way he had laid strewn upon Kuhn. The way he had felt safe within someones grasp. Tiberius had been stilted and confused since the interaction but he knew still that he loved Olive and he desired to call her his wife. He knew that, with every single part of him.
But he... he thinks he might need to talk to her, too. She had a way of making things make sense, of seeing things in a way that he swore she had a third eye hidden somewhere upon her. That was his resolve, he decided. Once he had formally met @Valeska and spoke with her of what he needed to, he would make a beeline for home. For Olive.
The titan couldn't help but wonder if the feline had spoken to @Valmúa of their last meeting. He almost cringed, thinking that whatever relationship they had started to forge might be void, now. Tiberius suspected that he might start to miss when he didn't have the will or ability to reveal emotions. To feel them. It was all very exhausting when you tried to understand emotions, wasn't it?
Tiberius' molten depths observed the mountains, they bordered his tundra and he had followed the directions that @Olive had given him to Elysium. There were plenty of scents lingering, one that told him was a collective scent of a Pack and he judged the surroundings by Olive's descriptions and supposed that this was likely where he wanted to be. Why was he nervous? He didn't get nervous, goddamnit. It was only... advice that he sought, about something he had little to knowledge about, to a woman he hadn't met before and then invite her to said wedding because she was quite clearly Olive's friend and she sat at the helm of a Pack that Olive frequented.
He was over thinking it.
Tiberius would grow still a bit away from their border, rolling his shoulders as he titled his head back and delivered a short howl that thickened in his throat. ^^
for @Valeska - outrider skill for my own sanity
Tiberius thought that this journey was good.
His brain was loud, busy and he was being selfish, really, using his journey of business to also use to deal with his own personal conflicts. Was it a conflict? He ran his tongue along his mangled lips, silvery brows furrowing as he thought on it. It wasn't... it wasn't a conflict, he supposed, more that it was ground he hadn't walked before.
Olive was a part of him in every single way, from his heart to his lungs, to his fur and skin, soul and mind and it felt as if he were... mildly offending that with the way he had laid strewn upon Kuhn. The way he had felt safe within someones grasp. Tiberius had been stilted and confused since the interaction but he knew still that he loved Olive and he desired to call her his wife. He knew that, with every single part of him.
But he... he thinks he might need to talk to her, too. She had a way of making things make sense, of seeing things in a way that he swore she had a third eye hidden somewhere upon her. That was his resolve, he decided. Once he had formally met @Valeska and spoke with her of what he needed to, he would make a beeline for home. For Olive.
The titan couldn't help but wonder if the feline had spoken to @Valmúa of their last meeting. He almost cringed, thinking that whatever relationship they had started to forge might be void, now. Tiberius suspected that he might start to miss when he didn't have the will or ability to reveal emotions. To feel them. It was all very exhausting when you tried to understand emotions, wasn't it?
Tiberius' molten depths observed the mountains, they bordered his tundra and he had followed the directions that @Olive had given him to Elysium. There were plenty of scents lingering, one that told him was a collective scent of a Pack and he judged the surroundings by Olive's descriptions and supposed that this was likely where he wanted to be. Why was he nervous? He didn't get nervous, goddamnit. It was only... advice that he sought, about something he had little to knowledge about, to a woman he hadn't met before and then invite her to said wedding because she was quite clearly Olive's friend and she sat at the helm of a Pack that Olive frequented.
He was over thinking it.
Tiberius would grow still a bit away from their border, rolling his shoulders as he titled his head back and delivered a short howl that thickened in his throat. ^^
the staff team luvs u