Tiromir? I'm sure he's fine!

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Tiromir? I'm sure he's fine!

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a world where everything is the same but Tiromir has kitty legs
Misc bits I'm probably not going to do anything further with but I like em so here you gooo
Woof this is rough but hey!
I’ve been thinking about Tiromir and Shai’s mother a bit recently. Tiro and his mother don’t really have any kind of relationship anymore (what with being on different sides of the world usual, and neither having attempted to contact the other) but there’s a good deal of bad blood between them
Come back around
That Tiromir’s never having a great time, huh. Just some experiementing I guess? I don’t think I’ll be digipainting very often, still, but this was nice for a change

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The marks had spread quickly, for months they’d been a dusty grey discolouration at the ends of his fingertips, an oddity but no real cause for alarm. Over just the last two months though they’d darkered and crept further and further up, first encasing both hands in inky black, and now rising almost as far as his elbows.
“Does it hurt?”
He couldn’t remember who’d asked it first - someone close, probably, since he’d kept more to himself since the marks had begun to take on their truest hue, or at least plunged his hands deep into his pockets so they couldn’t be seen. Today it was Ehroth, their cautious tone cut with ever more anxiety these days.
“Not at all.”
Tiromir’s answer seemed to reassure them and they responded with a smile and a light kiss on his forehead before returning to their daily duties. But it should, Tiromir’s thoughts swirled as he sunk down on the bed. It was the height of a Bitterhurst winter and outside the snow piled up as deep as his waist. Even with The Institute’s roaring fires and a pile of blankets so thick it’d raise a mercer’s brows Tiromir suffered from the cold. He had scarcely any energy in these months and every joint ached badly enough to keep him from sleep. Apart from this year, apart from in those areas touched by the mark. He held his right hand in his left, ran the thumb across the surface of his palm and felt... Nothing. Save for the soft warm sensation of skin against skin, and a sickening dread in his chest. It really, really, should.
It’s been a while since I drew Tiro and Ehroth just.. hanging out and being cute so here’s that
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