Tangled Paths

She meets him equally, making soft sounds of pleasure and pressing herself more closely to his chest as they kiss - and Braham feels his control slipping with every soft brush of her hands, every tiny nip of her teeth.

“Ter, you’re driving me crazy.” he’s nipping at her as he speaks, barely pulling away, “Can I… can I touch you?”

“Yes.” she whispers, eyes darker than he’s ever seen them when she pulls back, already reaching for the bottom of her shirt, “Please.”

She pulls it off, and Braham can’t help admiring her for a moment - the patterns and glowing lines that cover her skin, the curve of her waist - and his name, glowing brightly atop one naked breast, Marking her.

He’s kissing her again before even registering moving, a hand in her hair to anchor her while the other helps rid her of her sleep shorts, settling for a moment on her thigh.

Braham’s careful to move slowly, not wanting to spook or hurt her, no matter how eager he may be - sliding his hand carefully up to cup her sex, feeling her shudder and press herself more firmly into his touch.

He works off past advice, gently stroking back and forth, dipping deeper only when she begins to rock into him - thumbing at that small bundle of nerves and giving a mental cheer when she whines into his mouth.

Terra is small - even in this, he needs to be careful, gently working a single finger inside of her while stroking at that nub, pausing anytime she seems uncomfortable.

She adjusts quickly, rocking eagerly into him, moaning openly when he adds a second finger to stretch her - the grip of her making him groan, cock jerking at every noise she makes, near painful trapped beneath his pants.

Next time. Today… today’s about her.

Braham trails kisses and bites down her jaw and neck, keeping up the rhythmic thrusting of his fingers, growling when her hand finds his wrist and her nails dig in.

Their eyes meet for one moment - hers unfocused and glazed, face flushed and mouth open - and he smirks, twisting his wrist and making her cry out.

He catches her mouth again when she comes, swallowing her moans as he works her through her release - pulling back and feeling a spike of pride at how satisfied she looks, worn out and slumped against him.

“So…” Braham rubs her back when she leans against him, musing, “Did I uh… do okay?”

“Either you have experience you haven’t told me about, or you’re a damn natural.”

Dragonfall is a mess, but it’s beautiful, too - and they fight and struggle, all of them, to bring an end to the conflict that’s been brewing for so long.

Finally, they weaken him, and find a way in - and it’s eerily calm, flying through the Dragon’s Body on Aurene’s back, reaching his core and realizing the depths of his insanity.

Kralkatorik, in the end, is not quite the monster he’d become - driven insane by the magic he’d absorbed from his siblings, never an ally, but never meant to be this hungry beast, either.

They finish him off, together, and it’s in a flash of blinding light that Aurene leaves her - ascending to her next form, a true Elder Dragon - but one that is on their side, now.

‘I can’t explain what’s about to happen, Champion. But I want to share it with you… all of you.”

Then she’s gone - a spark of energy streaking off into the sky, leaving behind a brilliant sunset as cheers and celebration ring up all over the plateau.

Terra only stares after her for several moments, standing on the edge of the cliff - feeling the breeze rustle her skirt and her hair, the neverending push of forwards no longer there.

For the first time in years - since she’d woken from The Dream, so long ago - there is no danger. No enemy she needs to face, or battle to fight.

She can relax. Whatever that is.

“Ter! You did it!!”

We can relax. She corrects herself, laughing as she’s scooped up and spun around by the waist, meeting Braham’s brilliant grin with a wide smile of her own.

“We did it!” Terra slips her arms around his neck as he slows to a stop, eyes slipping closed as he holds her - enjoying the quiet moment, the tight press of his arms around her, the knowledge that they have time, now, to talk, and to just explore. 

To be together… whatever that might entail.

“Almorrah said she’s gonna get the ships ready to leave, but we have another day here, at least.” there’s something in his voice she hasn’t heard in years - a tinge of hope, of actual, true happiness, “Maybe… we can explore, for a bit? Have some, uh, alone time? Now that the world isn’t trying to kill us?”

Terra can’t help it. She laughs - a quick burst of sound, bright and happy - before leaning up to kiss him, catching him off guard and humming happily when he presses back a moment later.

“I’d like that.” she says, slightly breathless, not making a move to leave his embrace, “I’d like that a lot, Braham.”

They can catch up with everyone else later. For now, all that matters is Braham’s hand in hers, and the fact that they’re together.

They’d made it, and now… now, they have time.

[I've been writing this story, on and off, since 2016. And while there's things I wanted to add that got skipped, and parts that've been glossed over... overall, I am simply happy to have finished it, and to see how my style has changed SINCE I started it.

I sincerely hope this serves as a good tie-off for what has been one of my longest-running fics. I love these characters dearly, and still plan to write oneshots and things (I already have several written for Icebrood haha). The end of LWS4 seemed like a good time to end it, since it was such a HIGH POINT in game. And these dorks deserve some rest.

That said... I have some smut written I intended to insert (lol) that didn't seem to work with any chapters, so... you get that just as a little extra tidbit next. And then who knows! Ty to my wonderful beta @kittenkakt for helping me keep this fic going over the years ♥

“Good morning.” he echoes, warmth filling his chest, “How did you sleep?”

“Mmmm. Best sleep I’ve had in ages.” Terra grins, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to his mouth, gone before he can react, “Thanks to you. Now then… I’m starving.”

Braham is frozen for a moment, caught off guard by the casual intimacy - torn between grabbing her and pulling her back to bed, or getting dressed and trying to catch her later - before his stomach rumbles, making him groan.

“Uh, yeah… me too.” he flicks his eyes in her direction, getting up once he’s made sure she’s already dressed. “So… what’s the plan today?”

“About the same as yesterday, really. I want to check in on the smaller farmlands as well - maybe head back towards Vabbi, see how things are faring there.” Terra’s focused on stuffing clothes into her satchel, eyes on anything but him, “I’m sure something will happen, sooner or later, but for now…”

“You need to keep busy, I get it. I’m with you, wherever you go.” Braham gives her a wide grin when her head snaps up, “I promised, didn’t I? Plus, I’ve got way more questions for you.”

“Well, I’m glad, because I’ve got a ton of questions for you, too.” Terra makes a show of squinting and poking him in the chest, but her smile overrides it all, “For now, then… I’ll see about breakfast, you see about the squabbling kids?”

“Oh, I get it, I’m gonna be in charge of the tantrums.”

“Yup!” Terra slips her staff into it’s holster and hoists her satchel onto her shoulder, shooting him a wink, “Meet you outside!”

Braham watches her leave before chuckling and working at getting changed, mood higher then it’s been in ages.

Damn I love her. He thinks, and then freezes, glad no one’s around to see him turn red.

XXXXXXXXXXXXX

They travel for about a week, doing just as Terra had said - checking in on the farmlands in Kourna and Vabbi, helping where they can.

Taimi had called to see where they were that first day - wishing them a pleasant time alone and saying she’d check in if anything happened.

Aurene stays with them for a couple of days before taking off, giving Terra a long nuzzle before disappearing into the sky.

“She’s fine - she has her own agenda, I’m sure.” Terra says, trying to sound confident, but Braham knows she worries about the dragon - can see the way she watches the sky.

The nightmares also come back - not violent, every night, but there, making the Sylvari toss and turn, sometimes staying asleep, other times jolting awake.

Only once had she woken screaming, and Braham had been right there to reassure her, holding her tightly to his chest and rocking her back and forth.

“I know he’s dead, I know he can’t… but they won’t stop…” she’d sobbed, shaking like a leaf, and all he could do was hold her closer, cursing Balthazar.

They take some time, every day, just to talk. To ask questions. Catch up.

Braham tells her about his Guildmates - the things they’d accomplished, and leaving them with the Vigil to come find Dragon’s Watch

Terra tells him about her time in the Desert - about the changes in her magic, about Vlast, and her time in the Domain of the Lost.

She pokes at him one night, joking that he’s gotten too tall, even broader than you were before!

Braham in turn smirks and ruffles her petals again, asking about the change of length - something the Sylvari only shrugs in response to.

“And you… retired?” he asks one night, making her snort.

“I tried.” she huffs, and he laughs.

At the end of the week, just as they’re trying to decide where to go next, a call comes in from Taimi - her voice sounding just a tad frazzled.

Terra’s already talking to what seems to be the head Farmer by the time he makes his way down, coming up behind her and letting her be the voice. He’s happy to be her backup right now, really - or that’s the excuse he’d give, if anyone questioned his reasoning.

Please, Dragon’s Watch knows. Er, well, they know parts.

“We’ll be here a couple of extra days, tying up loose ends.” Terra’s saying, hands clasped in front of her, “I’d like to do my best to exterminate any remaining Scarabs, if you’re alright with me having access to your crops for a bit longer. I can do a bit of minor healing, as well.”

Minor? Underestimating yourself again, Ter…

“That would be appreciated, Commander. I’ll tell my farmhands to leave the crops to you and your companion, today.”

“I’ll do my best, sir.”

Terra turns to him once the man’s stepped away to do as he’d said, head tilting back to lift her brows at him. “You’re standing awfully close, Braham - are you playing bodyguard today?”

“Maybe I just like being close to you, Terra.” Braham grins, watches the flush rise in her cheeks, and then reaches out to ruffle her petals with a chuckle, “But I am also watching your back - making up for the times I wasn’t there, I guess.”

Terra’s expression softens, hand coming up to grip his for a moment. “You’re here, now. That’s what matters.”

She releases him before he can respond, pulling her staff from it’s straps as she turns. “Can you keep an eye out for any full-grown Scarabs? Or rats… I don’t know if they’re still having a food shortage, but can’t hurt.”

“Can do, Commander.”

Terra flashes him a grin and then wades deeper into the field, fire spiraling around her staff as she sets to work.

Braham watches for a moment, transfixed as he always is by her magic - the easy way she manipulates elements, even smoother now that she’s a weaver, to do what she wants - fire engulfing any scarab nests and sending puffs of smoke up into the air.

He draws his bow once she’s moved onto the next batch, climbing up onto a stack of boxes for a better vantage point and settling in to wait.

Time passes easily as they work - Swiftwing lets out a triumphant trill everytime he strikes a scarab or a rat, and Aurene echoes with pleased chirps from somewhere across the fields.

Braham draws his bow back for another strike only to stop at the touch of something cool and wet on his face, pausing to look up at the sky.

It’s an elemental rain cloud - clear and white, raining down soothing, healing drops of water.

Terra stands in the middle of the field, staff at her side, face tilted up to the sky as the rain falls over the crops - smiling, so softly, such a gentle expression he’s afraid a word might ruin it.

Braham nearly falls off his perch when she turns that smile on him, flustered, suddenly, by the realization that he is part of that smile, part of the cause.

Spirits, if I can make her smile like that more…

Right now, all he can really do is keep her safe… and try to have moments like this, when they can run away from the stress.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

“Oof, I’m beat.” Braham smothers a yawn with his hand, trailing up the stairs, “I think we’ll sleep good tonight.”

Terra rolls her eyes, placing the key they’d been given in the keyhole, “Let’s see what the bed looks like before we make any final judgements.”

They’d spent most of the day working away at clearing the farmlands of any remaining Scarabs - by the time the sun had begun to dip, they’d both been pleased with the progress, but exhausted.

Thankfully, word of what they’d been doing had spread to the Clan Marshall, and he’d come to meet them at the fields with an offer of dinner and a room for the night.

“It’s the least we can do, Commander. You’ve done so much for my people without asking for anything in return; please, come and rest for the night.”

Dinner had been simple but filling, neither of them about to complain about a warm meal served at a proper table.

And now, maybe before they sleep, they can talk. At least a bit. He knows Terra’s still exhausted, but there’s at least a couple of things he’d like to ask her about.

Like her wings. And her nightmares.

“So… there’s only one bed. Hopefully you don’t roll too much in your sleep, Braham.”

Braham snaps from his thoughts at the question, blinking down at her for a moment.

Then he grins wolfishy. “I’ll do my best not to squash you in my sleep.”

Terra laughs, and he relaxes, watching as she moves further into the room and sets her satchel down on the edge of the bed.

He locks the door - just to be safe - and then steps further into the space as well, shrugging out of his overcoat and setting it and his mask down on a chair in the corner.

Braham catches Terra watching him from the corner of his eye, purposely lifting his arms back to stretch, flexing the muscles of his back as he does and grinning at the sudden little spark that hits him through the Bond in response.

“Stay over there for a moment, I need to get changed.” she commands, but there’s the slightest tremor in her voice that piques his interest.

“What, I don’t get to watch?” he grumbles jokingly, the Bond flaring again.

“Maybe later.” Terra answers after a moment’s pause, making him flush, mind snapping right back to the night before, naked and pressed together in the bathtub-

Woah, Braham, easy. Dangerous territory, there.

“Alright, I’m changed. I’m glad the Clan Marshall offered us the room… I hadn’t really thought that far ahead.”

“What, you? Unprepared? I’m shocked.” Braham kicks his boots off, undoing his belts to drop them with his coat.

“No need to be sassy.”

“What? No, I’m serious-” Braham turns, swallowing harshly when his eyes find her on the bed - wearing a baggy sleep shirt that’s hanging off one slim shoulder and a tiny pair of sleep shorts and… nothing else.

Spirits, Ter, you are trying my self-control right now.

Terra shoots him a look - like she knows what he’s thinking - and he takes a deep breath, shaking the thoughts away and focusing on making sure his pants don’t have any visible dirt on them before crossing to flop face-first on the bed.

The Sylvari snorts, a quiet sound of amusement that lifts his spirits, and when he turns his head she has her cheek resting on her knees, eyeing him quietly.

They watch each other for a few moments, quiet and content in the fragile peace of the evening, before the questions that have been nagging at him push through.

“Can I ask you something?” he says, hating to break the silence, “A couple of things, actually.”

“Of course.”

Braham pushes himself up, debating. He wants to ask her about the Nightmares, but… one other thing’s been nagging at him.

“So… I noticed you have wings, now.” Braham accents the words with a brow lift, “When did that happen?”

“Oh. They… after I came back. But I think they’d been forming ever since Aurene hatched.” Terra flicks her gaze away, chewing her lip, “I may have… fallen off a tower. They materialized for the first time, then.”

“Good timing.” her words process after a seconds pause, eyes snapping back to hers, “Wait, hold on, you what?!”

“I’m fine, obviously, don’t worry about it - I lived.”

“Yeah, that’s really reassuring.” Braham glowers for a moment, then sighs. “Can I see them?”

She looks startled. “Right now?”

“Sure. Why not? If it doesn’t uh, hurt you or anything.”

“No no, it doesn’t… hurt.” Terra stares at him, lips pursed, then nods, “Alright…. Sit back a bit, please.”

Braham does as asked, scooting further down the end of the bed.

Terra waits until he’s clear before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, expression sort of closing in - and then there’s a brief flash of light, and the wings unfurl.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed, and maybe the tiniest bit intimidated - she has them half-spread, and he can tell they’re longer then she is tall, cascading masses of crystals that gleam even in the faint light of the room.

“I’m still getting used to them.” she mumbles, self-conscious, and Braham crawls a bit closer, watching the shimmering of the interlocking crystals.

“They’re beautiful, Ter. Seriously.” he licks his lips, watches her face, “Can I touch them?”

“Um… sure?”

Slowly, giving her every chance to pull away, Braham reaches out - carefully running a hand over the top edge of one wing, marvelling at how smooth it is - freezing when she sucks in a breath, her body tensing.

“Did that hurt you?”

“N-No, it didn’t hurt…” Terra’s voice is breathy suddenly, her eyes half lidded as she watches him, and the surge of emotion through their Bond heats his blood, “They’re… sensitive, it seems. Like the Marks.”

That does nothing to quell the heat now building between them, knowing just how he’s effecting her - but he can still see the exhaustion hovering close beneath the surface, and shoves the desire away.

Tone it down, Braham. Later.

“Much as I did make a promise, last night.” he mumbles, seeing her eyes widen a bit in remembrance, “I know you need sleep, Ter.”

“Oh?”

“Taimi’s snoring didn’t wake me up.” Braham allows himself to ghost one last touch over her wing before withdrawing, shimmying closer to her small form on the bed, “The Bond did - a flash of terror hit me through it. I figured you’d been woken up again.”

Terra flinches, looking down at the bed as the wings tuck in and vanish, expression closing. “Ah. I’d hoped you wouldn’t feel that.”

“You’re having nightmares again.” it’s not a question, and Terra doesn’t argue. “Is it still Mordremoth?”

She shakes her head, “Night after night… I see flames. I feel myself burning to death, over and over. I hear Aurene crying out as she’s captured. Sometimes I can force myself awake… other times…”

Braham curses softly, reaching out to pull her into his lap. Terra doesn’t protest the movement - only curls close to his chest, a ball of warmth and life that he’d almost lost.

“I should have been there.”

“Braham, I told you before, you couldn’t have-”

“Just let me be sorry, okay?” he mutters, holding her tighter - and Terra seems to understand, nestling herself more comfortably in his hold.

They sit like that for a while, content in each other’s grasp - and it hits Braham just how much he’d missed her. How just having her near seems to calm him down.

Terra makes a soft noise, and he realizes she’s fallen asleep tucked against him - glow pulsing faintly in the dim light of the room, expression peaceful.

It’s a blessing, really, that no one’s noticed. She’s always careful to bed down just slightly further away from everyone else, to not draw attention to herself. If she’s ever made any sound in her sleep, no one has ever said - and she’d rather keep it that way.

Even now, while she’d put up a token protest about being given the single bed chamber on the main floor of their little base… it was sort of a relief, to know she wouldn’t accidentally wake anyone else.

There’s a thump outside the window, and she looks up to find a pair of big blue eyes watching her knowingly.

Terra can’t help the smile that slips out, small as it might be. “Good morning, Aurene.” she keeps her voice down, pushing herself up to cross to the window, “Come to check on me, have you.”

Aurene only trills, shaking her head. The dragon knows, she’s sure - their bond is still something she’s getting used to, but it is there, and it is strong - and she’d swear she was giving her a disapproving look.

“I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” Terra ignores the snort that earns, reaching through the open pane to pat the dragon on the nose, “And how are you, Aurene? Eating a Lich King is a… big deal, you know?”

Terra would swear the dragon shrugs at her, still giving her that same look. She’s antsy, wings flaring out, nose pointed at the wind.

“I want to check on the farms, and the town, before we leave.” she whispers, running her hand over the dragon's snout, “Make sure we take care of any remaining scarabs. You want to come along?”

Aurene gives a happy chirp, nuzzling into her hand before pulling back and leaping into the air - landing somewhere atop the building and, going by the startled squawk, waking Swiftwing up as she goes.

“Alright, then.” she’s still exhausted, but the dragon’s antics have at least chased the nightmare from her mind, allowing her to smile as she works at putting the room back in order.

I should tell someone where I’m going. Or at least leave a note. Terra shrugs out of her sleep shirt and pants, digging through her pack for clean undergarments, Can’t just disappear. I’m sure I’d be getting twenty panicked calls within the hour.

I should tell Braham - maybe he would come with me…?

The thought comes so naturally, slipping into the midst of her other plans and worries, that it almost startles her. She pauses after slipping into her armor, biting her lip.

They’ve talked, but not really talked. There’s still so many things she wants to ask him, so many things she should be telling him.

Like that you barely sleep, because you have constant nightmares about your death.

Terra can feel his presence in the building, now, if she focuses; like a ball of warm light, a string that pulls at her, gently.

It’s really early, though… I’ll leave a note, maybe, and call him later. I don’t want to wake him up-

A soft knock interrupts her thoughts, followed by a murmur of “Terra? You awake?”

Speak of the Wolf.

Snapping the last clasp of her armor into place, Terra crosses to the door and tugs it open, blinking up at the sheepish looking Norn on the other side.

Braham is fully dressed, his bow slung over his shoulder and his mace strapped to his back, and she’s instantly concerned.

“Braham, what’s going on? Why are you awake so early?”

Please, please don’t tell me you’re leaving again.

“Did you know that Taimi snores? Like, really loudly?” he mutters, shooting her a grin, “And I thought I was bad…”

Terra blinks, then scoffs. “You’re both bad, I’ve been telling you that for years.”

“Well… I couldn’t sleep anymore, so I was sitting outside. And I may have noticed a certain dragon poking her head in on our dear Commander.” Braham tilts his head back, giving her a sly look, “Thought I’d, uh… come an’ offer my company, if you’re sneaking out early.”

Warmth floods her chest, and she doesn’t bother trying to hide her smile; things are still so new, between them, in the sense of being together.

But Braham has always been her best friend, and the man knows how to read her better than anyone, even after their time apart.

“Here I was, worried about waking you up so early.” she mumbles, rolling her eyes, “I’d… really like having you along, Braham. I just need to get my pack, and write a note for the others.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see if I can get Swiftwing down from the roof. I think she and Aurene had an, uh… disagreement.”

“I thought I heard an annoyed squawk, earlier.”

Braham chuckles, and she almost reaches for him - she wants to reach for him, wants comfort from the nightmares and the memories, wants the warmth of his touch, now that she’s had a taste of it -

But they need to go, if they want to leave before the others wake, so she keeps her hands at her sides, and lets him leave to tend to Swiftwing.

Later. Terra takes a breath, gathers her things, and moves to find something to write on. Later, Terra.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Taimi really does snore worse than a Dolyak, but that wasn’t what had woken him up. His Mark had flared - a faint burning sensation, almost the same as when Terra had died - and he’d snapped awake, holding his breath.

The feeling had dimmed quickly, but he hadn’t been able to go back to sleep - so he’d gotten dressed and headed downstairs, out into the night air.

And overheard Aurene and Terra.

That she’s awake so early is concerning, and brings back memories of Maguuma - catching her sneaking away from camp in the middle of the night, sitting off to the side in an attempt to not wake anyone else.

She’d been startled awake by nightmares of Mordremoth, then. He’s willing to bet she’s still having nightmares… but not of Maguuma.

Ask later. Pushing for answers won’t help anything.

She’d seemed happy to have his company, and he’s glad for it - even if they’re scolded for disappearing, later, it’ll give them some time away from everyone else, alone.

Maaaaaybe you can even. Talk. Properly, this time. Braham kicks at a stone as he heads back outside, following the sounds of annoyed squawks, Not, uh… naked, in a bathtub. Together. Cause that was distracting.

And really, really nice. Wouldn’t mind doing that again. He stops near the tallest building, looking up to where he can see two figures perched on the roof, After you talk. Talking is more important. Focus, Braham.

“Oi, can you two quit squabbling?” he calls up to the figures, trying not to be too loud, “You’ll wake everyone else up!”

Aurene’s head pops over the edge for a moment before she jumps down, landing gracefully next to him.

Swiftwing follows a moment after - landing on the opposite side of him from the Dragon, nuzzling against his shoulder and shooting what can only be a look of annoyance her way.

Braham can only shake his head and laugh, really, patting the griffon on the head. “Alright, play nice. Terra’ll be here in a minute - I’m coming with you guys. Keep you out of trouble.”

Aurene snorts, tail lashing in clear amusement, before leaping back into the air - giving a last loud chirp before darting off in the direction of the farms.

“Seems someone is impatient this morning.” Terra’s voice muses from behind him, and he turns to see her approaching with a small grin - looking tired but alert.

“All set?”

“I think so - I left a note on the desk. Hopefully one of them notices it. If not, well…” Terra sighs, shrugging a shoulder as she comes to stand next to him, “then I’m sure we’ll be getting several calls once they wake up. Either way, we can head out.”

“Sounds good to me.” Braham catches her at the waist, lifting her up onto Swiftwing’s back before she can protest.

The Sylvari gives him a look but says nothing, only kicking her leg over the saddle to settle herself more comfortably - and that tells him just how exhausted she is.

Ask later.

He swings himself up onto the griffon behind her - glad, now, that they’d tested the creatures weight-bearing capabilities briefly before - and at first tries to steady himself without any sort of hold, unsure.

Then he gives up and scoots in closer, taking careful hold of the saddle-grips on either side of her hips, and Braham can almost feel her grinning through the Bond.

“Hold on tight.” she says, his only warning, before clicking her tongue and digging her heels in - Swiftwing spreading her wings wide and trilling loudly before taking off at a run, leaping from the edge of the cliff and taking to the sky with them along for the ride.

She’d headed back once it seemed like things were under control, leaving Swiftwing with Braham and Taimi to make sure they could get back alright - the Griffon had taken a liking to the Norn, she’d make sure they got back alright.

She’d been concerned about Aurene, initially - she had just eaten a Lich King - but the dragon seemed fine, and had trailed her back to base, after a gentle coaxing.

Before anyone else gets back, I am taking a bath.

Their borrowed homestead isn’t fancy, but it’s functional; a main space with a single sleeping chamber on the first floor, stairs leading to a second open sleeping area and a seperate bathing chamber on the upper.

She pauses long enough to grab a set of sleep clothes before heading into the bath chamber, stripping off her armor once she’s inside - eyeing the muck along the edge of the skirt with a wrinkled nose.

Definitely needs scrubbed. For now…

She heaps the armored gown into the tub and casts, letting the water wash away the surface grime. It’s not a proper scrub, but it’ll do for the moment, and she hoists it out and lets it lay over the back of a chair to dry.

There’s no running water in this part of Joko’s domain - maybe now they’ll be able to grow, without him staring down on them - so she sets the plug in place and recasts, letting the tub fill slowly.

No need to hurry. Terra turns, resting the palms of her hands on the lip of the tub and leaning back against it, sighing, The other’s will be back when they feel like it, and we have no next step, yet. And I need a bath.

Unwittingly, the last time she’d taken a bath resurfaces in her mind - or rather, the events preceding her bath, the image of Braham in the hot springs flashing vividly.

Her body flushes immediately at the memory, Mark warming on her breast as she shivers, biting her lip. Braham…

They still haven’t had the chance to talk, thanks to Joko and his Scarabs. They haven’t even been alone since then, other than their time making their way through Gandara. Hardly the place for a healthy heart to heart. 

But… there’s been moment’s.

That brief flash on the edge of nowhere. 

The party in Atholma, when he’d saved her the pastry. 

And then not an hour ago, in Joko’s palace, when he’d shoved her out of the trap without a second thought, leaving himself immobile in her place.

She tries to focus on filling the tub, recasting the spell when it ends, but the thoughts won’t leave her mind, now, the heat wrapping around her like a blanket, waking her body to the feelings he’d elicited that day.

Surely… he’s far enough away, that he can’t tell. Terra shifts her legs a bit, squeezing her thighs together against the ache that’s started, Even if he can feel it, it doesn’t mean he’ll-

The sound of the door clicking open makes her go stiff, eyes snapping open in time to see one very smug looking Norn stepping inside - staring her down as he deliberately snaps the lock into place.

“You know… you should really make sure the door’s locked, Commander.”

Terra’s brain freezes, glow pulsing as warmth floods her. Then his words hit her, and she scowls.

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

Braham’s smirk widens, “Ah-hah, so it was you I heard that day. I thought so.”

What. is. Happening right now?!

“So, what? This is payback?” she’s trying not to squirm, but it’s hard - he’s looking right at her, and she can’t tell if he even really cares that she’s naked, what if he doesn’t like…?

“No. We’ve both said we needed to talk.” Braham shrugs one big shoulder, moving to settle on the chair that’s not currently taken over by her wet gown, “Shit keeps happening... so here I am. Let’s talk.”

“You… may I ask why now seems like the perfect moment to you?”

“No one else is back yet.” he says, all nonchalance, “and the door’s locked, now. Seems like a good time.”

“It doesn’t bother you at all that I am standing here naked?!” she hisses, frustrated.

Braham goes very still suddenly, lifting his head to pin her with a look. “I wouldn’t say bothered is the right word, Terra.” he growls, voice low and rumbling, and the wave of emotions that hits her through the Soul Mark would have made her stumble if she weren’t braced against the tub.

Oh. Oh. Terra swallows, looking at him now, flushing at the intensity in his gaze, noting the way his hands are fisted at his knees.

They need to talk. They really, really do. But staring at each other across the room is not how she wants to do this.

And she really does need a bath.

She takes a breath, straightens herself - noticing, this time, the way Braham’s eyes are following her movements - and cocks her head, lips pursed.

“I need a bath, Braham.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

“You could join me.”

It almost seems like he’s stopped breathing, he goes so still - green eyes pinned right on hers.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Terra.” his voice is quiet, cautious, but a hint of that growl is back, betraying the want behind his eyes.

“It’d be more comfortable, then trying to talk from across the room.” Terra smiles, tries to let her own emotions show, for once, “I can control myself, if you can.”

Braham says nothing for several seconds, almost eerily quiet. He gives her a long look before standing, shrugging out of his overcoat, and she has to bite back a triumphant smirk.

Even so, she turns back to the tub when his hands go to his belt, turning her attention to the water level and temperature.

You can face down Dragons, Gods, Lich Kings… but you’re not brave enough to watch your Soul Mate undress, Commander?

Oh, shut up.

“So…” Braham’s voice washes over her at the same time as his warmth does, her body very aware when he steps up behind her, “How are we doing this?”

“You should, ah… probably get in first. Pick whichever end you want.”

Braham makes a noise behind her, and she’s careful to keep her eyes averted as he moves to climb into the tub.

“Alright… now what?”

Terra looks up and bites her lip, wondering if maybe this wasn’t actually a very, very bad idea.

Keep it together, Terra.

“Now, I get in.” she rolls her eyes, moving around behind the head of the tub, “Only I need a step stool, since I’m not a Norn.”

“You mean since you’re short.” Braham snorts, amusement lacing the words.

“Vertically challenged.” she mumbles back, startling a laugh out of him as she pauses, eyes landing on a familiar script written across the back of his neck.

Oh, that’s where his Mark is. I’d wondered… she’s curious, reaching out unconsciously to brush her fingers over it - yanking her hand away when he goes stiff and lets out a strangled sounding curse.

“Spirits, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have-”

“C’mere, you!”

Terra’s left sputtering in surprise when she’s grabbed and hoisted right into the tub, head under the water just long enough to leave her gasping for air.

“You ass!” she’s coughing, squinting through the damp petals of her hair, swatting at his chest when he laughs, “Warn me, next time!!”

“Hey, you started it!!” Braham’s still chuckling, a much heartier laugh then she’s heard from him in ages, and her annoyance cools at the sound, “The Marks are fucking sensitive, you know?”

“I didn’t, actually! No one’s ever touched mine!”

“Well, no one’s ever touched mine, either! I’ve just heard couples say they’re sensitive.” Braham shakes his head, fangs obvious his grin is so wide, as he reaches out to push her hair from her face, “Guess that proves the theory.”

It’s such an intimate touch, so suddenly, that Terra freezes, caught off guard. 

They both seem to realize where she’d landed, now: right between Braham’s legs, the hand keeping her up not touching but very close to certain areas of his body, and water goes sloshing over the side as she scrambles to back up - sitting with her back to the opposite end of the tub, so they can face each other.

She’s still between his legs, technically - between his feet, at least - and despite the water covering her up to her collarbones, Terra feels distinctly vulnerable.

This was not a good plan. Too late now.

“So…” Braham’s voice draws her attention, the Norn rubbing absently at the back of his neck - his Mark - with a frown, “Talking’s, uh… never been my strong suit. You know that. I’m better at bashing in heads or shooting down targets. But...”

“I know. And I would never change that.” Terra sighs, staring down at the cloudy water, “For all that I’m meant to be a Diplomat, I’m not sure how to begin, myself. So… to start, I guess, let me just say…”

“I’m sorry.”

They both freeze, gazes meeting across the tub as the words leave them, echoing one another. Then Braham laughs nervously, and she smiles a little, feeling better.

We… we can fix this. Thank you, Gods, Spirits, whoever.

“May I go first?” she requests, swallowing at his nod. “Alright, then. I’m sorry, Braham. I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me. For not being more considerate of you.”

“I was so wrapped up in my own grief for Trahearne and Eir, that I didn’t stop to see what you needed.” Terra pauses, wrapping her arms around herself, “And then, with Dragon’s Watch… I didn’t realize how that would sound, how that would seem. And I’m sorry.”

“I know it wasn’t your idea, now.” Braham murmurs, “And I’m sorry for snapping at you, the way I did in the Bitterfrost. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Actually, I think I did.”

Terra lifts her head, meeting his confused gaze as she presses her palm over her own Soul Mark, pulsing brightly atop her breast. “I have had this Mark since I woke from the Dream, Braham. I have always carried your name. But when we first met… you showed no recognition of me, and there was so much happening… I didn’t want to ask.”

“I told myself, all through dealing with Scarlet, and then Mordremoth… and after the Bitterfrost, so long as he remains my friend, and does not abandon me, I will be happy. No matter what the Marks meant, or what I…” she flushes, looks away, “...what I wanted, as long as you were in my life in some form, I told myself I’d be happy. But I was wrong.”

“You’ve never let yourself want anything?” he asks quietly, earning a scoff.

“I’m the Commander,” she says, biting back bitterness, “even though I’ve technically retired. I serve Tyria. My own wants seem inconsequential.”

“And that’s one thing that’s always pissed me off, honestly.” Braham’s voice is quiet, but there’s an emotion in it she can’t place, drawing her eyes to his, “You treat yourself as a thing to be used for the good of Tyria - throwing yourself into danger, taking on tasks that other people should be handling. You are one person, dammit. You can’t shoulder the world's problems.”

“I know that you died - I felt it. And do you know how terrifying that was? To have the Mark burn, and then go cold, as though half of my soul no longer existed?” Braham’s gaze is blazing - not angry, but almost desperate - “And then I felt you come back, and I was so damn relieved. I don’t ever want to feel that way again.”

“Braham, I’m sorry…”

“We’ve both made mistakes.” he says, watching her, “And I want to make up for them. But where you’re afraid to say what you want, to take things for yourself, I’m not.”

“I want to be by your side, Terra. I want to be right there with you, so I can protect you and make sure you don’t go down again, ever.” Braham’s eyes shift back to hers, darker suddenly, “And I want you. A lot. But I think you knew that, since you caught me red handed.”

If she had a heart, it would be beating right out of her chest. As it is, her glow is pulsing wildly, cheeks flushed from the admission, and she feels like she both wants to cry and to shout in glee.

“You never change.” Terra murmurs, licking her lips nervously before meeting his gaze again, “But… that’s what I’ve always loved about you, Braham. I never wanted anything for myself, before we met.  I’m sick of denying my own feelings. I want you, Braham.”

Braham grins - that wide, wolfish smirk again - and tilts his head, considering her for a moment. “So… does that count as talking?”

Catching on, Terra bites her lip, pretending to think it over for a moment. “Mmmm. I believe it does, yes. For now.” There’s a lot more they need to discuss, but this feels like neither the time nor place to do it.

“Good, cause your scent’s driving me insane. Get over here.”

Terra narrows her eyes a little, lips pursed. “Is that an order, Braham?”

The Norn only gives a loose shrug, still smirking.

Something about being ordered around sends a shiver up her spine - she’s usually the one doing the commanding, this is sort of… nice… - and she lets out a fake sigh, rolling her eyes as she gets up on her knees to shuffle back up towards him.

Nerves flutter around in her belly the closer she gets, bravado near failing once she’s gotten right up close - close enough to lay her hands on his shoulders for balance.

Close enough that her knees press against the insides of his thighs, the heat of him scorching through her.

Close enough to see the flecks of amber in his green eyes - darker and warmer as she leans in, his breath fanning over her lips as she hesitates, one last time.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” she warns him, lips quirked in a self-depreciating grin.

“Neither do I.” he hums, one big hand settling gently on the curve of her waist, “But we’ll learn - together.”

Braham sits up, lips brushing hers in a soft first touch, and Terra lets her eyes slip closed as she presses back.

It’s gentle - not perfect, by any means, but a start. The second kiss is better, deeper - she angles her head and he lifts one hand to cup her cheek, holding her close.

Terra lets herself lay against him as they kiss, bodies pressing flush in the warm water, and the quiet growl that vibrates out of Braham has her whole body tingling.

“Terra.” his voice is a harsh whisper, spoken against her lips, “If you don’t want to - uh, you know - yet, you gotta tell me now-”

“I want to touch you.” she breathes, running her hands down his sides and feeling him go tense, hearing him suck in a harsh breath, “I want you to touch me-”

A commotion out in the main room makes them both pause, pulling far enough away to stare at each other, blinking.

“-but, perhaps now isn’t the best time.” she concedes with a sigh, moving to sit up fully. She gives a startled squeak when Braham’s hand tightens on her waist to pull her back in - and oh, Spirits, the boy’s learning the tricks of this kissing thing quick.

“As much as I love our companions… I really hate them right now.” Braham mumbles, releasing her with one last squeeze, the heat still very clear in his eyes.

Terra laughs - just as annoyed herself, truthfully, but still amused - and pats his chest fondly, pulling herself away before she can be tempted again.

“Let’s go, Braham. Before-”

BANG BANG “HEY, Commander, you in there??”

“-that happens. Be out in a minute, Taimi!”

“Alright!! Hey, have you seen Braham?!”

“Oh, she’s seen me, alright!” Braham shouts back, giving the Sylvari a ridiculous grin when she whirls around to glare at him.

“Oh… oh wow okay did not need to picture that KAY I’M LEAVING BYE.”

Terra holds her glare until Braham rolls his eyes and starts climbing out of the tub, making her huff and reach for one of the towels they’d been keeping stacked in the room.

She’s startled when her vision is momentarily blocked by one of the white fluffy things, shooting a look up at the still-grinning Norn as he proceeds to wrap her up in it.

He shrugs, finishing wrapping her up before going to get one for himself, strangely silent as they both dry themselves off.

Terra’s about to reach for her PJ’s when she feels his presence behind her again, turning to look up at him.

Braham’s expression is softer, this time, almost bashful, as he watches her, warmth in his gaze. Terra grins back, going up on her toes to hug him - thrilled and blushing when he bends to press his forehead to hers, big arms hugging her tight.

“Together, from now on.” she mumbles, nuzzling at him, “Right?”

“Damn right.” he mutters back, pulling away enough that she can see the fire still in his eyes, “And next time we’re alone - no friends around - you’re mine.”

Terra shivers, flashing her fangs at him in a grin. “I can’t wait,” she winks, pulling fully away before she’s tempted again, “Later. We’ve already scarred Taimi - best hurry before any rumors start spreading.”

“Who cares?” Braham mumbles, but he lets her go, watching for a moment as she grabs her sleep clothes.

Terra catches him, lifting a brow as she pulls the giant shirt on and then steps into the pants.

Braham only shrugs, pulling his own pants back on and grabbing his overcoat.

“Alright, let’s face the music, shall we?”

“Of course I still care.” Braham reaches for her hand on a whim, trying to ignore the rush of warmth that floods him at the touch, “I’ve been angry, yeah, but I never-”

“-hello? Can you hear me?!”

Braham could curse the asura’s timing, really, but he holds back the growl, reminding himself that this means they’re getting out of this place.

“Gorrik!”

“Oh, thank the Pale Mother.”

“Where are you? These coordinates from that last energy signature make no sense!”

“Then they’re probably right. Can you get us out of here or not?”

“Opening a gate now.” Blish’s voice comes through this time, “I suggest you hurry. Auto-destruct is imminent.”

Braham doesn’t hesitate - only tightens his hold on the Sylvari’s hand and goes running the second the portal opens, knowing she’ll keep up with him.

The warmth flowing between them only seems to strengthen when she grips him back, giving him a boost as they leap through the glowing gate.

We have time. You can talk at the village.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Of course, they have things to do first. Like bringing Blish and Gorrik to Taimi - who reacts much better to her friends golem-state then anyone had expected.

And even once they’re back at Atholma, there’s no chance for talk - the Olmakhan are rowdy, high off the success of the mission, and Boticca is quick to wrangle the Commander before he has a chance to.

“We owe this victory to you, friends! Come, we must celebrate! A feast, and places to sleep.”

Ever modest, Terra tries to wave the offer off. “That’s really not necessary, Boticca-”

“Nonsense, Commander. Tonight, we relax, and we enjoy - the world can wait another day.” the charr gives a wide grin, eyes drawn to the cubs now scurrying up around them, “Though I do believe you’ll be busy, while we prepare.”

“Commander! Wanna see some more spells?!”

“Yeah! Come see!”

Terra grins - the expression a little tired, but true - and crouches to address the cubs, eyes bright. “Alright, then - show me some magic.”

“Awesome! C’mon!”

Braham’s eyes are drawn to the open back of the Sylvari’s armored gown as she stands, tracing the line of circular etchings that follow her spine down to where they disappear beneath the plating.

The others are talking, but he’s too busy looking - eyes glued for a moment to the sway of her hips before following the glow of her markings all over the bared expanse of her back, her shoulders, down her arms and legs-

“-was there anything in particular you’d like to take advantage of while you’re here, Braham?”

Braham rips his eyes away from his Soul Mate’s hips and stifles a growl at the look Boticca’s giving him, eyes narrowed.

Damn Charr noses.

“You mentioned a hot spring, earlier?” he grumbles, crossing his arms to keep from fidgeting, gaze wandering helplessly towards Terra’s retreating figure - that warmth he’d felt, holding her hand, hasn’t let go, and he feels on edge and stifled.

“Ah, yes - you’ll find it on the edge of the village, down the shoreline towards the lifted walkways - I’m sure you’ll spot it.”

“Great. Thanks.”

He’s off before she can say anything else, striding swiftly in the specified direction - taking care to pick a path that takes him away from the Sylvari and the Cubs, lest he give in to his urges to grab her.

He’d wanted to talk, actually talk - but now the heat has a hold, and he’s not sure how he’d react. He’s not angry anymore - maybe a bit frustrated, but...

He hadn’t expected the overwhelming need to touch her that had manifested itself in his chest, the moment they’d locked eyes in Fahranur. A wave of stark relief at seeing her alive, followed by a sudden crash of desire that only echoed stronger the longer she was near.

She’s grown, and changed, and - Spirits, Braham, get to the fucking hot springs first, day dream later.

It’s easy to find, just like Boticca had said; protected by a natural cave entrance and lit by several torches embedded in the stone walls - illuminating a well-sized, steaming set of pools.

It’s also empty, and Braham wastes no time stripping off his armor and weapons and setting them in a rough pile to the side before wading down into the pools.

The heat of the water stings for a moment before he adjusts, wading further back and taking a seat against a far wall, where he can keep an eye on the entrance.

Sighing in bliss as the heat laps at him, Braham let’s his head thunk back against the stone wall, eyes closing as his thoughts return to the Sylvari.

He’d thought of her while they were apart, but his mind had never been this stuck, even the times when he’d gotten himself off to the image of her in his brain.

Those times had been quick moments, a needed release of tension, her name and face all he’d dared to dream up to spurr himself on.

Now, though… something’s changed, in the brief time they’ve been reunited.

Terra… Braham sighs, letting his hand slide down his thigh, the memory of Fahranur resurfacing again - the realization that it was his Soul Mate he’d just saved as their eyes had locked, her expression one of open wonder and happiness for that brief moment.

She was happy to see you. Despite everything. And Spirits, she’s… he can picture her perfectly, the image of her he’d been carrying since the day he’d secretly seen her off to Elona replaced by the woman she’s grown into during their time apart. She’s even more dangerous, now. Beautiful.

He hadn’t known if Sylvari’s hair could grow, yet hers has - from short spikes to long petals, framing her face in a way that makes her eyes stand out even more, markings highlighting her cheeks and pouty lips-

He’d almost grabbed her, then, after she’d broken out the sword and wings - he’d been so overwhelmed with pride and want he’d nearly kissed her right there, Awakened be damned.

They’d had to rescue Taimi, though, and they’d succeeded, together, and then somehow he’d managed to keep his mouth shut, kept the annoyed persona up. Requested to talk.

But oh, Spirits, I want her.

Braham runs his hand up his thigh, fingers digging in slightly, eyes closed as he allows himself to indulge in the fantasy. They’re Soul Mates, and they both know it, now - he’s allowed to want her, surely, to think of her like this?

How would she react? His hand dips to the inside of his thigh, closer to where his cock is stirring, How does she taste?

He has no experience here, yet his mind seems happy to supply the images - Terra smirking up at him, showing off those fangs of hers as she licks her lips, beckoning him closer.

She tastes sweet, in his fantasy, like fresh fruit - the scent of her heady and addicting as he traces those glowing markings with his tongue.

Fucking hell. Braham gives in and takes himself in hand, cursing softly at how easily worked up he gets, thinking about her. Who knows when there’ll be time again… take advantage of it.

He doesn’t know what she looks like, beneath the armor - doesn’t know if Sylvari are built as similarly to Norn and humans as they seem to be - but he can imagine that her markings line her entire body, thrumming in tune with what would be a heart beat, more quickly when his hands run over her.

She has curves, so he imagines cupping her breasts and making her moan, tries to picture what her Soul Mark looks like even as his own burns on the back of his neck.

He doesn’t imagine anything about her sex other then it’s there, a place to touch her and pleasure her, to draw noises from her mouth and even more delicious scents from her.

The Terra in his fantasy is an incomplete picture, a shadow of the real thing, but she is enough, whispering things in his ear, leaving marks on him with her teeth, spurring him further along with every imagined temptation.

“Spirits.” Braham curses again, speeding his motions, no longer concerned with holding back. There’s a brief second where he thinks he hears something, but nothing happens and he’s so far gone he can’t find it in himself to care.

“Fuck, Terra-!” her name comes out on a snarl as he comes undone, spilling beneath the water of the spring, panting as the fantasy fades away and he’s left with the quiet buzz of pleasure.

Braham sighs, allowing himself a self-depreciating grin as he sinks slightly deeper into the water, limbs feeling boneless.

The edge is off, at least… gotta have that talk soon, Braham.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Terra is halfway to the caves entrance when her Mark begins to tingle on her breast, a strange flush sweeping through her.

She’d been entertaining the cubs - summoning an Earth Elemental to do battle with their Sand Effigies - and now she’s tired, sweaty, and sandy. A bath sounds amazing, and the mention of Hot Springs had been too good to pass up.

Braham had huffed off somewhere, and that was probably for the best - he’d still seemed annoyed, when they’d returned, and she certainly didn’t want to push her luck with him.

It’s a miracle he’s even speaking to me, really. Though… he wanted to talk. That’s a good sign.

Now, though, every step closer to the Springs has her Mark pulsing, heat spreading through her so quickly she nearly stumbles from it, startled.

What in the world is going on now?! She picks up the pace, flushed and embarrassed by her bodies strange reactions, resisting the urge to press a hand over her Mark.

It’s a relief when she reaches the cave opening and can duck inside, away from anyone who might see her - jerking back with a strangled curse at the sight of the Norn currently occupying the Springs.

Braham. Terra’s head bumps back against the wall, blowing out a frustrated breath, Dammit. I don’t think he saw me, but whatever’s going on, a bath could really help-

“Spirits!”

The sound of his voice - husky and deep, more of a growl then she’s ever heard before - and splashing water draws her attention, curious despite herself. She hesitates a moment, listening, before daring to peek around the corner, eyes going wide.

Oh… Oh, Pale Mother, he’s-

She hadn’t caught a good look, initially, but now she finds herself staring, greedily taking in the detail.

Braham’s eyes are screwed shut, his head thrown back and the muscles of his shoulders and chest glistening with the steam of the springs - but it’s the motions of his arm, below the waters cover, that has her mouth dry and her Mark pulsing.

The flush makes sense, now - she knows certain things transmit, through the Bond - and if he’s been here, doing this…

Beautiful. She thinks, swallowing thickly as she watches him, feeling herself grow warm, shifting in place as a particularly sinful moan slicks her between her thighs, I… I want to…

Braham snarls suddenly, making her jump back in fear that he’d seen her, before giving a last hard twist and growling out “Fuck, Terra-!”

He slumps in the baths, chest heaving, and the Sylvari can only stare, torn between leaving and joining him in the pools.

He was thinking about me. He was-

Her Mark is burning, her body buzzing with need, and she takes a step forwards without thinking, eyes locked on the sated Norn.

Then he sighs, shifting a bit in the baths, and Terra retreats before he can see her, pressing a hand over her burning Mark and willing it to calm down, not yet, not right now… Oh, Pale Tree, oh Spirits-

They haven’t - they’ve barely talked since they reunited, and she’d have sworn he was still at least a little angry with her! But this… this said otherwise…

“Heeeeey, Poobah!! There you are! We’re gonna hit the Hot Springs, wanna join??”

Terra jerks to a stop at the sudden voice ahead of her, gaze snapping up.

“You okay there, boss?” Rox gives her a look, “You look kinda spooked.”

“Who, me? I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” she lies, giving a weak laugh, “And filthy. A bath sounds… wonderful.”

Surely he’ll have gotten out by the time we get there…?

“You sure? Cause I mean, you smell kinda…” Rox inhales deeply, the way her eyes narrow making the Sylvari panic, “...off.”

“Perfectly okay.” she promises through her teeth, turning her attention to the asura who’s watching them both with a raised brow, “Shall we, then?”

“Yes, please! They sound awesome!”

Terra steps into line beside Taimi, listening as the Asura talks about her newest discoveries and Blish and Gorrik. It’s a slow pace, but that’s fine - Terra can’t lift her friend anymore, and Taimi hasn’t asked Rox, so they match the Asura’s speed.

Gives Braham more time to get himself together, anyways…

By the time the cave entrance has come back into sight, Terra’s decided she needs to say something. It feels like a wasted opportunity, if she pretends nothing had happened. If the anger was a farce, she wants to move past that.

Now it’s just a matter of what…

“Hey, Braham! There you are! How’re the springs?!”

“Oh, uh, hey, Taimi… they’re great. You girls, uh… planning on taking a bath?”

Braham is clearly startled by their sudden appearance as he exits the cave, though he’d put himself back together. Terra feels the tiniest of thrills when his eyes lock on her for a moment before darting back to Taimi, the barest flush on his face.

Rox makes a noise, nose scrunched up, “Uh… yeah? What else would we be doing in the hot springs?”

He coughs, shrugging a shoulder and avoiding eye contact, jerking his thumb back towards the entrance. “Well… it’s all yours. Enjoy.”

“We will!!”

“Thanks…?”

“Catch up in a second.” Terra whispers, motioning Rox forwards. The Charr gives her a look but does as told, following after Taimi as she disappears inside the cave.

Braham looks startled, glancing at her and then away, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “You, uh, need something, Commander?”

“You and I need to talk, later.” she says, approaching him before she can lose her nerve, “Because I know you’re not very angry with me anymore, Braham.”

“And how would you know that-?”

Terra reaches up and grabs him by the fur of his collar, yanking him down to eye level. She can see the surprise in his eyes, and she let’s all of the want and heat that he had caused show in her own, flashing a fanged smirk.

“Because Soul Marks transmit an awful lot of emotions, Braham.” she whispers, feeling him shiver, noticing the way he inhales sharply and how his eyes go dark in response.

She steps away and around him before he can react, striding briskly towards the cave entrance and stepping inside, not needing to look back to know he’s staring after her.

Later, they can talk… and she has a feeling she’ll be paying for that little stunt.

Worth it, if it means we can finally move forwards.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The party’s already in full swing by the time they finish up in the hot springs, music and laughter prominent throughout the docks and market as they make their way back to the council chambers.

Inside they find a roaring fire, and charr dancing around it in ever widening circles, celebration vibrant throughout the space.

Their little party has been assigned seating up top with the Olmakhan elders, shown the way by a gaggle of enthusiastic cubs.

Terra schools her expression as she’s led to her place, carefully tucking her skirts below her as she settles on the cushion next to Braham - the placement entirely on purpose, she’s sure - grinning at a comment from Taimi to her left as she looks around.

There’s still a lot to do - they still have to stop Joko, and whatever he’s planning - but they’d caused this, this celebration. And they deserve a short break.

Movement from her right makes her turn, going very still when Braham leans very close to set something down - eyes catching for a moment, a thread of warmth filtering through before he moves away.

“Saved you that,” he mumbles, crossing his arms and staring down at the festivities below them.

Terra stares at him for a moment before glancing at what he’d given her, surprised. It’s a tart of some sort - she can smell cinnamon even before she picks it up, and she’s almost sure it’s apple.

“You remembered,” she says, touched.

Braham snorts, rolling one big shoulder. “You’ve always liked sweets. Not gonna forget things like that, Terra.” he glances away, and she’d almost swear there’s a red tint to his cheeks, “They, uh… seemed like they were gonna run out, so…”

“Thank you, Braham.” It’s the littlest thing, just a pastry, and yet she feels that warmth welling in her chest again, that bright spot in the middle of all of this destruction.

A wave of conflicting emotions hits him, old frustrations and anger warring with happiness and relief at seeing her alive. He doesn’t know all of the details of what happened in Elona - Taimi had written him, sure, and had apparently been talking to Rox, but - all he knows is that while Terra looks different, she acts and speaks and fights the same.

Except she doesn’t, actually. There’s almost a hesitation in her spells - a split second’s pause before she casts where before there’d been none - and when he glances back at her quickly, checking to see if she’s injured, he catches Terra glancing at him.

She averts her gaze immediately and returns to casting, her grip on her staff seeming off, and he realizes - it’s because of him. 

Something’s changed - her magic feels different, slightly - but she’s hiding it. What in the Spirit’s names is going on now?! Is it because she-?

Braham feels a pang of hurt that he quickly chases away, shooting down an enemy that’s trying to flank the Sylvari, turned now so she’s kept within his view.

Forget it. You deserve it. After what you said in the Shiverpeaks...

Worries for later - Canach’s dealing with the last portal, and they need to get to Taimi ASAP.

But he can’t help it. He doesn’t like this - and after so long apart, he’s curious.

If her appearance has changed... what else is different? What is she hiding?

“You’re holding back!” he shouts, firing off another volley, knowing she heard him when her shoulders stiffen.

“I don’t know what you mean!” she shouts back, swinging to toss a fireball at one of the last awakened - and he notices it again, the way her grip slips briefly.

“I think you do!” Braham shoots one last arrow and turns to face her fully, scowling, “Your grip is off, your spells are slower - what’s going on, Commander-”

“Braham, look out!”

Braham freezes, startled by the magic that washes over him, the whoosh of a weapon falling right beside him. A breath passes, then two, and he can’t tear his eyes away - not even the dying gasp of the awakened behind him catching his attention.

It’s not the glowing sword embedded in the ground beside him that he’s staring at, still sparking with electrical energy. It’s not even Terra’s hands wrapped tightly around the hilt, the same sureness she’d always used with her staff suddenly back, tenfold.

It’s her wings - crystalline and shimmering, spread for a moment behind her before tucking back down and disappearing in a burst of magic - and then her face, her eyes brighter blue than he’s ever seen them, sharp teeth and fangs bared in an angry snarl towards the remnants of the asura.

Her whole body is still sparking with the magic, and it feels stronger, suddenly, as she notices his stare and yanks the sword from its resting place - the weapon shifting back to a staff as she moves.

They stare at each other for a moment, and he finds himself struck speechless by this Terra - this more confident, more powerful Tempest, her chin lifted as though in challenge, eyes still bright even as the sparks vanish from the rest of her body.

This is your Soul Mate. that wicked little voice whispers - the one that had taunted him constantly, ever since he’d told her off and walked away in the Shiverpeaks - and Spirits, she’s…

“Commander, the way forward is blocked!”

Canach’s voice breaks the trance, and Braham can’t help the annoyed growl that escapes him.

Terra notices, too - he catches the way her eyes narrow, lips pursing for a moment as she considers him - before she shoulders her staff and turns to where the other Sylvari is beckoning, attention shifted.

“Alright, let’s get on with it - we need to get to Taimi.”

It’s Terra that walks away, this time - leaving him to watch her for one long, longing moment, before he stashes his bow and stalks after her, shoving the thoughts aside.

Find Taimi. Deal with your confused emotions later.

~X~X~X~

Later turns out to be when they’ve returned to Amnoon, procuring an inn for the night so that Taimi can rest.

Terra had gone on ahead with the asura, calling a griffon down from the rocks and climbing confidently into the saddle on it’s back before taking off.

Rytlock and Canach had been catching he and Rox up on everything as they traveled, using raptors to cross the distance more swiftly.

They get to see for themselves, the damage Kralkatorik had done to half of the city - traveling carefully through it to reach the inn Terra had pinged to Canach’s comm.

‘Top floor is ours. Just let them know you’re the other members of Dragon’s Watch,’ the Commander’s voice had rung out over the device, sounding weary.

Braham feels a pang at that - somehow, despite everything that’s happened, she still included him - and remembers how it had felt, when she’d died. How relieved he’d been when the connection had come back.

Don’t let old anger ruin things.

They find the inn easily enough, heading upstairs once they’ve spoken with the owner - only to find Taimi alone in her room, resting comfortably.

“You just missed her.” Taimi grins, the expression tired but knowing, “She wanted to check the area, before settling in.”

“Sounds like the Commander.” Braham huffs, pulling a chair up to the bedside, “How’re you, Taimi? Scared the hell out of me, in there.”

“Scared the hell out of myself - but I think Terra was the most freaked out, to be honest. I’m okay.” the asura shuffles down a bit, pulling her blankets up, “A bit stressed, and really tired - but ok. Thanks to you guys. Just don’t blame this on Terra, alright?”

“I wasn’t going to-”

“Uh huh. I know there’s been a lot of frustration, between you two, but please remember: she died. Not many people get a second chance, y’know? Don’t waste it.”

“Since when did you get so insightful?” Braham mutters, mouth quirked as he ruffles the asura’s hair.

“Excuse me, I’ve always been awesome! You just never listened!”

“Yeah, yeah. Well… thanks. Get some rest.”

“I will. And Braham?” Taimi smiles again, softer, “I’m glad you’re back.”

Braham pauses, hand on the door as he turns to grin back at her. “Me, too.”

He steps out into the hallway and pulls the door shut behind him, turning just as a soft wave of emotion hits him through the Mark - eyes meeting vibrant teal, staring in surprise from the top of the stairwell.

Terra.

Even without the feelings coming through the Bond, he’d be able to read her - she looks exhausted, and worried, and yet… seeing her alive, confirming that she had come back, only brings him relief.

“Commander.”

“Braham.” she hesitates, eyes flicking to the door, “Is Taimi…?”

“Resting. She’s fine.”

The Sylvari slumps in relief, the edge of the worry lifting, “Thank the Pale Tree. The surrounding area is clear - we’re safe, for the night.”

“Mhm.” Braham leans back against the wall, crossing his arms - awkward, suddenly, now that it’s just the two of them, “So, uh… we should. Talk?”

She looks surprised, and he hates that - she’d probably expected him to still be angry. He’d still been acting angry, honestly, he can’t blame her.

“We should. But… maybe, tomorrow? I’m…”

“I felt you die.” he blurts, the words out before he can stop them.

Terra sucks in a breath, glow seeming to pulse. “So… then you know, that we’re…?”

Soulmates.

“Yeah. I’ve known since just after… since Maguuma.” he scowls, “I should never have left. If I had been there…”

“You wouldn’t have been able to stop him, Braham.” Terra’s voice is hushed, “He waited to catch me alone.”

“I could have tried, dammit!”

“Braham.”

She stops him with his name, and he realizes that she’s moved closer, suddenly. Close enough that he can see the glowing lines of her markings, fanning out across her cheeks - close enough to see the variation in colours in her hair, so much longer then when last he’d seen her.

Close enough to see just how damn tired she looks, no matter how strong she’s trying to seem.

“We can talk about that, too. But tomorrow. Please.” Terra sighs, eyes closing briefly, “I just… need to sleep.”

“Tomorrow. Okay.” Braham watches her another moment, then steps out of her way, keeping an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t falter. “Get some rest.”

“You, too.” Terra pauses just inside her door, shooting him a look, “Welcome back, Braham. I missed you.”

Terra know’s Kas is trying to lift her spirits, and she’s grateful for that. Even if all she can manage is the barest half grin.

“Thanks, Kas, but I feel like I should have done a lot more.”

“Well, first thing we have to do is find Aurene. OH, and I have a gift for you!!” Taimi’s hitting buttons suddenly, Sparky’s arm twisting around to it’s back, “It’s here… somewhere… ahah, tada!”

The golem's arm swings out so quickly Terra can’t help taking an automatic step back, blinking down at the offering in confusion. It’s…

“A sword?” she questions, eyeing it warily, wondering at the faint aura the thing seems to give off, “What’s this about, Taimi?”

“It’s from the Exalted! They said Aurene’s Champion needed a proper weapon.” Taimi looks smug as Terra reaches out, hesitantly grasping the hilt, “It’s apparently made from Aurene’s scales and remnants of the egg, welded with auric silver.”

“Would explain the hum.” Terra hefts the weapon, eyeing it critically, “It’s beautiful - and very lightweight. But why a sword?”

“Uh, I thought you’d said you were using one, recently?” Taimi rolls her eyes, “In any case, it’s not just a sword. Give it a spin!”

She feels rather silly, standing before the gathered members of her Guild, having just defeated a God, about to spin around a sword.

But she sighs and does as asked, giving it a twirl in her dominant hand - a twirl she’d have screwed up, not even a month ago, when she’d first started practicing as a weaver - still nearly dropping the weapon when it shifts mid-spin.

Staring at the staff she now holds, no heavier then it had been as a sword, still humming within her grasp.

Terra shoots the asura a look. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“Knew what?” Taimi’s wide grin says it all, “But, tada! New weapon for one God Stomper! Perfect for whichever spell set you feel like flinging on a particular day!”

“Staff it is, for now.” the Sylvari wraps both hands around the weapon, relishing the hum it gives off, “The dagger I was wielding with my sword broke, during the battle - this will be better, for now.”

“Back to business.” Rytlock growls, though his tone is partially amused, “First thing, is to hunt down Kralkatorrik - he’s the danger, not Aurene.”

“Neither of those will help until we find out how to replace Elder Dragons.”

The arguing breaks off as fireworks go off overhead, drawing everyone’s attention.

They’re silent for a moment, allowing Terra to think - grip on the new staff tightening, lips pursed.

She knows that Jory is here, Taimi had mentioned her - but there are two other people that should be here, should be with them.

He told you to be safe, in the letters… hopefully he doesn’t…

Sighing, she drags her eyes from the brilliant lights, facing her friends, “We’re all thinking it, so I’ll just come out and say it… should we try one more time to get all of Dragon’s Watch together?”

Canach scowls, “After all this time, do you even know where everyone is?”

“Well…” drawls a familiar voice, Terra hiding a soft smirk as Marjory reveals herself from the shadows, “...one of them is right here.”

“Jory!”

“Kas, thank the Gods you’re okay. Canach told me what happened with-”

“That’s one down. I’ll get a call out to Rox, see where she and Braham are at.”

Wait. Terra’s eyes are back on the asura instantly, narrowing. “Taimi, did you just say you’ll call Rox? As in, on a communicator?”

“Oh, uh, hehe, did I say - whoa, did anybody feel that?!”

She’d have thought Taimi was stalling - if not for the ground immediately shaking beneath them, wind and thunder beginning to pick up around them.

And in the distance - the distinct roar of a dragon.

Already…

“Kralkatorrik.” she curses, turning to watch as the sky turns purple - the dragon not overhead, not Branding where they stand, but definitely causing damage nearby.

“And so… it begins.”

Terra wants to cry. Or maybe scream. She’s not sure which, anymore.

Instead, she whirls and pins her gaze on Taimi, commanding. “Taimi, get that call out. Tell Rox and Braham to get to Elona, ASAP, if they’re willing to help. We have to deal with this.”

“On it, Commander!”

“Everyone else… there’s nothing we can do tonight. Let’s make sure everyone in Amnoon is at least safe, and inside, and then sleep.”

She certainly doesn’t expect to find a Sunspears remains, surrounded by what looks to be… nests? And Griffons?

Welcome, Commander, to the Sunspear Sanctuary. I had not expected you so soon.

“I didn’t realize I was expected.” the Sylvari wanders closer, gaze jerking up at movement behind several pillars - shoving back the immediate urge to defend at the sight of a rather large griffon.

This… this isn’t a normal griffon, though. This one is larger, more colourful, and there’s a strange sort of intelligence behind it’s eyes as it approaches, slowly.

Almost like it’s curious - and the similarity to Mirage doesn’t escape her, the way the creature is sniffing, it’s tail swishing, trilling sounds echoing as it draws steadily closer.

It would seem that you have called to each other. The floating voice sounds amused, The few times that other people have appeared, Swiftwing has remained hidden. And yet…

“Swiftwing?” Terra holds her hand out - palm down, fingers lax - smiling a little as the griffon bumps up against her, cooing, “She’s beautiful. I’ve never seen a griffon like her.”

You wouldn’t have. They are rare, and growing fewer. We Sunspears once rode them into battle - no more. But you, Commander… I have a favor to ask of you.

She’s weary of agreeing to favors, normally. But something about this place - and the connection to the Sunspears - has her pursing her lips. “Go on.”

I have been watching you through the eyes of my Griffons for some time. I know of your deeds. I need your help: rally the remaining Sunspears to me, to this place. Recover several artifacts… and stolen eggs.

“Surely you know, I’m about to stage war on a God. I don’t know when - or if - I’ll be able to complete these tasks for you.”

You will have time. There is no immediate rush. The voice sounds so confident, so sure; Terra wishes she could be that sure. And while I am aware that you have your own means of flight… you have not yet perfected it, correct?

That has Terra shifting uncomfortably, stopping when Swiftwing bumps at her shoulder again. “Not… quite. I’m still not sure how or why I… have them.”

Understandable. You need a means of flight, in the meantime. Take Swiftwing with you.

“That… I can’t just take your Griffon.”

Please, Commander. Now the voice is definitely amused. As the Djinn said… you are doing me a favor. You will do great things together, I am sure.

“Alright.” Terra gives the griffon a proper scratch behind one tufted ear, smiling a little when she stretches out with a trill, “I’ll do my best to do as you’ve asked, once I have the time.”

The raptor had been all over her, after she’d come back; tail wagging and tongue lolling like a big dog. I’m happy to see you too, Talon. Let’s go.

They make it to the top of the stairs and - foolishly - she dismounts, taking a step away from the beast.

Only to be knocked backwards off the edge by a sudden blast of wind, her own scream matched by Talon’s startled roar.

She hasn’t had her glider equipped in ages, and neither her springer nor skimmer can catch her midair.

Panic grips and she slams her eyes closed, teeth grit - crying out when the pain in her shoulders suddenly flares and extends, something catching her and carrying her up.

What…? Terra slowly opens her eyes, blinking wearily down at the ooze far below, confused. It’s like I’m gliding, but…

She can feel the movement of whatever is carrying her - as though it’s a part of her, as though she’s controlling it - and glancing hesitantly over her shoulder tells her why, eyes going wide.

Wings. I have… why do I… how…?

Crystal wings, similarly coloured to both Aurene and the remains of Glint’s lair, beating somewhat unsteadily because... she is not used to this.

She’s so startled she actually stops thinking and starts to plummet, giving a shout and getting herself back under control, angling back towards the tower.

Terra doesn’t aim high - she has no idea what she’s doing, right now, doesn’t want to push it and actually fall - landing on the steps and trudging back up to the top, expecting the wings to disappear.

They don’t, immediately, and she finds herself being stared down by a rather large Djinn when she makes it to the stop, the wings finally seeming to fade away as Talon comes racing over to give her an intense nose-over.

“I had wondered when you would figure it out.” says the Djinn, as straight-forward as Djinn ever are, “I have been watching you since you arrived in the Desolation. I am glad to see you finally worked it out.”

“I don’t suppose you know why I have wings?”

“That, you would need to ask your Dragon. Or perhaps her mother. In any case, all I know is that you have them, Commander.” the Djinn pauses, tone shifting, “Mirage has certainly been interested in you, and perhaps this is why.”

“Mirage…?”

Terra cuts off when Talon hisses, and she feels a warm nose poking at her arm, looking down in surprise.

It’s a jackal, but not one of the sand jackals. This one has big golden eyes, gold markings, and thick black fur, nine tails swishing lazily behind it.

“Hello.” she greets quietly, lifting her hand in cautious offering - smiling a little when the jackal immediately ducks her head in for pets, purring softly.

“She has been nothing but a pain for weeks.” the Djinn complains, “Causing mischief constantly. Very likely, she is bored.”

“Does she actually look like this, or is it an illusion?” Terra scratches the creature's ears a little harder, holding back a laugh when Talon hangs his head petulantly over her shoulder and glares at the fox creature.

“She is what she is.” typical Djinn response.

“Alright. Erm, well. I suppose I can take her off your hands, if she’s causing that much trouble.” Terra ignores her raptors bump and grins when Mirage lifts her head to nuzzle her, feeling nothing but warm fur, “How much for her?”

“You are doing me a favor, Commander. Consider her a gift.” the Djinn claps his hands, and a saddle appears on the jackals back, tacked and ready. “I am Drojkar. I see you doing great things, Commander. Be careful, with your abilities. And may we meet again.”

“I… thank you, Drojkar.” Terra stands tall, stepping away from the mounts for a moment to bow to the Djinn, “I will do my very best.”

“Off with you, then. And no falling off of my platform this time.”

A series of hisses and playful yips draws her attention back to her mounts, rolling her eyes at Talon’s valiant attempts to stay annoyed while Mirage winds herself around him and nuzzles.

“Alright, you two.” she gives them both a chin scratch before sending Talon back into the safety ball, “Well… onwards, then. Can you get us across the pools, Mirage?”

The jackal nuzzles at her again before crouching down, allowing her to mount up and get settled before straightening.

“And now… off we go to borrow an army.” Terra mumbles, snapping the reigns - and nearly shouting when the jackal portals them away.

That will take some getting used to. She thinks, unsure which part, exactly, she means.

“With the Mark?” she asks, voice a quiet rumble, frowning at his nod, “Braham, do you think something’s wrong with…?”

“Donno.” Braham jerks his head to the arguing Norn at the table over, wincing as a headache starts to form, “Watch them, will you? I need to write Taimi a letter-”

“Hold on, you don’t look so good.”

“I told you, I’m-”

Searing pain cuts off the words, making him shout and clap a hand over the back of his neck.

Distantly he hears shouting - vaguely registers that it’s Rox and his Guildmates - his head is spinning rapidly, his Mark feeling as though it’s on fire.

He can’t breathe, can’t see straight, hardly notices when he collapses to his knees, dry-heaving as the pain becomes overwhelming.

And just as quickly as it had come… the pain is gone, leaving him cold and confused, the back of his neck feeling numb.

“What the heck was that?!” Rox helps him to his feet, carefully getting him back to a chair, “Braham, are you okay? What happened?”

“I… I don’t know. It felt like… like I was burning.” Braham coughs, wincing at the numbness - freezing as a thought hits him, making his stomach turn. “Rox… my Mark… is it…?”

“What? What about it?” the Charr glances at his neck and makes a noise of surprise, her expression confirming what he’d been afraid of. “Whoah, never seen that before… it’s nearly gone.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.” his mouth is dry, heart feeling like it’s been wrenched from his chest, “We need to talk to Taimi - now.”

“Something’s happened to Terra.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It’s been maybe an hour when Braham curses and slaps his hand over his Mark again - only this time, the burning is somehow pleasant, and it settles much more quickly then the first incident.

Whatever had happened before has apparently been fixed, because he feels right again - no more tight knot in his chest, no more sick feeling in his stomach, or numbness on his neck.

Just… right. Normal. What in Wolf’s name is going on?!

“Braham, good news!! Oh, uh…” Rox comes charging in, blinking at his expression, “You uh… already know, I take it?”

“Already know what?” he bites out, more of a growl then he’d intended, but dammit he’s pissed off and worried.

“So, uh, forgot to mention earlier, because you were kind of pissed off at the Commander and everything but… Taimi gave me a communicator.” Rox holds up the little gadget, and now he understands where she’s been the last half hour, “It’s only tuned to Taimi’s frequency, though, so I’ve been talking to her.”

“And?”

“Well, you were right… Terra, ah. Died, actually.”

His heart seizes, eyes wide. “...how?”

“Balthazar caught her alone. You can probably guess from there, considering you felt like you were burning.”

Oh, yeah, he can imagine, and now he feels even worse, because maybe if he had been there-

“But, good news is… she’s back. Somehow. Taimi wasn’t super sure of the specifics, but the Commander’s alive.”

Thank the Spirits.

“My Mark just started burning again, but not… like before.” Braham turns, baring the back of his neck, “Is it…?”

“Back to normal, yeah. When she came back, the Bond must have snapped back into place, too.” 

“And what are they doing, now?”

“Mustering an army to take down Balthazar, it sounds like. He has Aurene, so… they have to move quickly.”

“Did Taimi say what we should do?”

“Stay put, for now. I don’t think we could get there in time to help. Besides…” Rox gives him a long look, “I think you need to calm down. You’re too emotional right now.”

Yeah, right. He just wants to find Terra, confirm for himself she’s alright, and then…

What? Whisk her away from the front lines? Demand she stop putting herself in danger? Yeah, like that would ever happen. They’d probably just end up yelling at each other, again.

“Tell Taimi to keep us updated.” he grumbles, instead, balling up the letter he’d been working on, “And to let us know as soon as they come back from Elona.”

“No arguing that.” the Sylvari grumps, kicking off her boots and letting her skirt follow after, working at the bits that are easy to get off by herself. She’s always just thrown together whatever armor bit seemed to suit the purpose the best, really. “Fashion has never been my foremost concern, Kas.”

“I know. And that is totally fair. But things are a bit different, here, and we need to tread carefully.” the blonde appears at the edge of the changing screen, smile bright and arms full of something silver and blue. “Luckily, I’m here to help, this time.”

“And I am grateful.” Terra manages a smile, though it feels thin. “Can you help me with the ties of my top, Kas? I always forget how annoying it is to get out of.”

“Oh, of course!” Kasmeer sets her bundle down on one of the provided lounges and comes up behind her, deft fingers working at the knots keeping her top in place, “Geez, Commander… how tight did you tie this thing?”

“Oops.” is all the Sylvari can manage, catching the fabric as it falls loose, “Thank you, Kas.”

“No problem at all.” Kasmeer comes back around, eyes flicking down briefly - and Terra knows she’d caught sight of the name scrawled on her skin, going by the way her eyes widen. “Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“It’s alright.” Terra’s lips quirk, letting the fabric fall enough to show the full name for a moment, “Just don’t tell anyone else. Please.”

“You have my word.” Kasmeer winks, lightening the tension somewhat, and turns to grab the bundle of fabric again, “Can I ask… does he know?”

“I’m not sure, truthfully. Even if he does, he hates me, now.”

Saying it still hurts, and she keeps her gaze away from Kasmeer’s as she accepts the bundle - startled by the weight of it as she realizes it is, actually, armor.

“I sincerely doubt Braham could ever hate you.” Kasmeer admonishes, stepping back, “He may be very angry with you, but I doubt hate has ever crossed his mind.”

“You weren’t there.” Terra turns away, trying to work out how to get the armor - a dress? - on, her shoulders slumped.

Kasmeer takes pity on her, walking over to lift the main piece and motion at her. “Here, let me help - it needs to go over your head. You’ll get used to it, in time, but it’s easiest to have a hand the first time.”

“Thank you.”

Terra does as directed, lifting her arms so that Kasmeer can pull the armored dress over her head, situating it properly on her torso. It feels strangely fitted, sitting perfectly, and she wonders at Kas’s ability to gauge sizing.

“Here.” Kasmeer has the shoulder pieces and gloves in her hands, and as she helps the Sylvari dress, she hums, “Not that it’s really my business… but you’re my friend. You both are. And I do not believe that Braham hates you. Not with how he’s always looked at you.”

Terra shoots her friend a look, brows raised. “You’re imagining things, Kas.”

“Excuse me? Which one of us can read people like open books?” at the Sylvari’s silence, Kasmeer smiles widely, “That’s what I thought. Whether he knows about the Marks or not, Commander, Braham cares a lot about you. That doesn’t change to hate just because he’s angry - not like this, anyways.”

“I… I don’t think he…”

“Ah ah, quit it. How do you feel, anyways?”

Terra doesn’t know how to answer that. Her emotions have been a jumble for a long time, but especially since Mordremoth, and the Bitterfrost.

“I care about him.” she finally manages, not quite wanting to delve into how deep that care goes, right now, “A lot.”

“Then that’s what you focus on. You both care. You both made mistakes, and you’ll have to make up for them, eventually.” Kasmeer retrieves a circlet from the bench, steps back in to carefully place it on the Sylvari, “But everything’ll work out. You’ll see.”

“We just need to deal with Balthazar, first.” Terra sighs, earning a grim look from her friend.

“Yes, that is true. But, for now… you’re all dressed. And you look quite imposing, if I do say so myself.”

Kasmeer leads her to a mirror around the corner, and Terra sucks in a breath, honestly startled.

The armor is beautiful, and she can move incredibly well in it, it’s just…

“Kas… isn’t this a tad too regal for me? I feel so… strange.”

“You look amazing in it, Commander. And besides.” Kas leans in to the reflection, winking, “Just imagine what Braham would think.”

That earns a strong pulse of her markings, her cheeks flushing, and the blonde woman laughs and takes her by the arm, giving her a knowing look.

“I thought as much. Now, come on - I’m sure Rytlock and Canach are done with Zalambur by now, and we should check in with Taimi before heading out.”

“I need to get Talon from the stables, too. Hopefully I still still ride, in this.”

Taimi had sent him a reply to his letter, partially explaining and partially reaming him out - reading it, he could almost hear her, could practically see her standing in front of him, yelling at him.

‘Stop blaming Terra for everything, Braham! Rytlock proposed the new Guild, and I invented the machine! She’s just trying not to get anyone else killed! Maybe she’s slipped up a few times, it’s true, but she’s not perfect! No one is. 

Just so you know what’s happening - Lazarus turned out to be Balthazar! As in, the human God Balthazar! And he’s nuts! We’re pretty sure he’s going after Kralk, so the Commander’s going after him. So, you might wanna try and see her, before then. Since, y’know, you’re SOUL MATES!!! >:U And she’s just trying to look out for you you big dummy!!’

He still has the letter tucked away in a pocket, where it’s easy to pull out and reread. But he’s conflicted - less angry then he had been, that day in the Shiverpeaks, but still frustrated, and not sure if he can keep from lashing out, if they came face to face right now.

She is, and always will be, the Commander. Braham thinks bitterly, using the key he’d inherited from Eir to enter the old Destiny’s Edge Guild Hall. Always putting the needs of others before herself… before…

He doesn’t quite allow himself to think us, because that’ll just open another can of emotions he’s not ready to deal with, right now. Emotions that had just started to come out as they’d left the Maguuma Jungle, only to be swept aside by the Bitterfrost.

The Hall is quiet, vacant - dust on every surface, light streaming in from the circular skylight on the main foyer.

Why did I come here? He glances around, almost managing a smile at the various little touches inlaid by the different guild members, This space just feels… calm.

He’d needed a break - from the Guild, from his thoughts, from everything - and something had seemed to call him here, to Lion’s Arch, a nagging voice in the back of his head. So he’d told Rox and taken off, but now that he’s here…

“I’m sorry, Eir.”

Braham freezes, ears pricked. Was that…? No, it can’t be. I’m hearing things-

“So much has happened, since you died… most of it bad.”

No, I’m not hearing things. Braham follows the voice quietly, moving into what he vaguely remembers to be a sitting room of sorts - ducking back behind a shelf of scrolls when his eyes land on the figure sat on the ground, confused, Terra? But why… and how did she…?

“I don’t know why anyone seems to think I’m a hero.” Terra has her knees tucked up to her chest, a sorrowful look on her face as she stares at the fireplace, “I’m just lucky, really… except when I’m not.”

“We lost Trahearne, after… and just recently, an old friend of mine was slain.” the Sylvari pauses, taking a deep breath, “She was… very young, and caught in the middle of all of this mess. And I couldn’t save her. Or Trahearne… or you. I’m a failure.”

You’re not. Braham wants to say, because he’s never thought that of her, even at his angriest, but he keeps silent.

“You’ll be amused to learn that Logan is Pact Marshall now, I think.” Terra continues, voice lighter, “He’ll do well, I think - and even though I resigned as Commander, he said I’ll always hold the title.”

Resigned?!

“Zojja is still resting, but she’s in one piece - Caithe has returned to her senses. She’s helping look after Aurene now - oh! Aurene is Glint’s daughter - the egg - she hatched not long ago.And I’m… her Champion, whatever that means.”

A Dragon Champion? Braham scowls, then jumps when something shimmery brushes against his leg - staring down at the translucent little dragon that’s staring right back up at him, What the - Aurene?

The image gives a happy chirp, circling him once more before trotting out to circle around the Sylvari - he worries for a moment that she’s going to reveal him, but the dragon only settles happily at her Champions side.

“Speaking of - does this mean it’s time to go, Aurene?”

The Dragon makes a series of clicks that has Terra sighing and rising to her feet with a chuckle.

“Alright, I guess it’s time to leave; I’m glad the key you gave me still works, Eir. I needed to… clear my head. I’m headed to Elona, to track down Balthazar and stop whatever it is he’s planning. I’ll be gone a while, I imagine… maybe, once I’m back, Braham will speak to me again.”

Braham watches as she lifts one hand to her chest, pressing her fist over what seems to be a specific point and giving a sad sort of smile.

“Caithe once told me, a soul mark can be both a blessing and a burden. I think I understand that, now. I’m sure he’d rather his Match be anyone else.”

She knows! 

“Commander!” Taimi’s voice pops up out of nowhere, “Captain Kiel says the Airship is ready to go whenever you are!”

“I’m on my way, Taimi - let her known I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”

“Got it!”

Terra hesitates another second, glancing back at the fireplace, “Rest well, Eir. I’ll do my best to fix this. Even if I die trying.”

Braham stays very still as the Sylvari leaves the room - thankful when she chooses a second exit he hadn’t noticed before - only trailing after her once he’s heard the front door click shut.

He steps out and catches sight of her in the distance, working her way easily through the crowds towards the Airship he can see docked in the distance.

He doesn’t follow any further than that. He knows he’d be too tempted to board the airship if he did.

“Stay safe, Terra.” Braham murmurs, watching her until she’s out of sight, feeling the Mark tingle on the back of his neck.

Then he turns and heads back towards the Gate Hub Plaza, finding his eyes drawn back to the airship until it’s lifted off.