@VolatileRemains Mark's hands dropped to his sides, where he immediately began to wring them nervously. He couldn't help but feel as -

@VolatileRemains - Though he had disappointed his brother with his absence. He had not meant to be gone so long. "I was.. Visiting."

Blinks sleepily. "It's very quiet here today.."

@VolatileRemains Mark knocks softly on the door. "Tiberius? Are you alright?"

@VolatileRemains Mark heard the quiet shuffling from behind the door, and frowned at the soft hiss. Was Tiberius alright? He pushed the-

@VolatileRemains - Door open with what he thought was a neutral expression on his face, but to anyone who knew him the worry was clear-

@VolatileRemains - On his features. Seeing Tiberius sprawled out on the bed, Mark moved quickly to his side, his hands knotting in his-

@VolatileRemains - Pale, tousled hair- a habit he had developed when he was anxious. "What /happened/?" He asked gently, a slight edge-

@VolatileRemains - To his tone making it clear that Tiberius should speak truthfully.

@VolatileRemains Mark had flushed slightly at the question, unwilling to speak the other's name. It was not as though it had been a -

@VolatileRemains - Succesful visit, by any standard. He was lucky if he could get the Fae to adress him in any way that wasn't begrudging

@VolatileRemains - Or unwilling. He visibly relaxed as the other Blackthorn withdrew his question, his shoulders slumping and his hands-

@VolatileRemains - Stilling from their uneasy twitching. "As am I, Tiberius." He meant it- he had missed his family.

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Mark wanders to the kitchen, settling at the counter. "Unusually silent in these corridors..."

“@VolatileRemains: <Lays on Mark Blackthorn. 's bed.>” Slings an arm around his shoulders. "Hello, Tiberius."

"It has certainly... Been a while..."

"You and I, we are the last." ×Descriptive ×Literate ×Looking for SL'S ×RT?

@VolatileRemains Mark grins sheepishly at the other. "Tiberius, hello. It has been a while."