#scalebird

Alright, guys, it’s probably time to finally explain what’s actually going on between these two.

The short answer is: their relationship is queerplatonic.

The longer answer is that no standard label like “friends,” “partners,” or even “lovers” really fits them.

They met back when they were young adults serving in the army. At first, they were just comrades, then teammates, and eventually friends. But what drew them together wasn't romance—it was pure compatibility. She was always the one brainstorming ideas, and he was the one who could actually turn that chaos into a solid plan.

Raven’d say, "We’re about to do something incredibly stupid."

And Toffee’d just reply, "Give me ten minutes."

And somehow, it usually worked.

They became each other’s favorite person long before either of them even realized it. But then the years started passing. Their mortal friends grew old and died. One by one, the people who remembered their youth disappeared. Eventually, they looked around and faced a pretty jarring reality: everyone was gone except for the two of them.

That’s exactly where their bond stopped being just an ordinary friendship. For immortal (or long-lived beings), memory becomes its own heavy form of attachment. They are among the very few people left alive who remember each other from the very beginning—all the victories, the failures, the people they lost, and what absolute idiots they both were at twenty. At some point, they just stopped carrying those memories separately and started carrying them together.

That’s why I don’t really write them as a traditional romance. There were no dramatic confessions, no grand love story. They simply became family. And after centuries of surviving the world together, the idea of separating would feel way stranger than staying.