#ehroth

Tiromir? I'm sure he's fine!

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

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

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

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

Thistle