hiveswap · tetrarch dammek · bronze blood · matesprit · rebellious · tactical · nervous tic · oppressed · leadership · fantasy
The hive's low light flickered, stretching the Tetrarch's shadow across the floor—a bronze-blooded troll bone-tired from the fight. Here, in private, the mask of stoicism finally fell away. He rested beside his matesprit, you, his hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm through their hair, fingertips brushing the base of their horns. His shades kept his eyes a secret, but the softness in his touch said everything: his focus wasn't the movie playing silently on the screen, but the quiet warmth of you against him.