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me, realizing that silimar’s dream of a city and walls becomes a reality but if he were to live through the siva crisis, he wouldn’t be able to see it bc he’s blind: cool
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he hears saladin stride up behind him, the broken stone falling and shifting beneath his feet until silimar sees him appear in his peripheral, looking at the ruins that lay before them. the architect barely shifts his hand so that his palm is facing outward and he feels saladin thread his fingers through – he lifts their hands so that he can kiss the smaller titan’s knuckles, thumb rubbing over the back of his hand.
“ do you really think there could be a city? ” comes saladin’s quiet question as they pick their way through the ruins together, hands tightening over every stone they walk past as though tripping over one would separate them forever.
“ a sprawling one, ” silimar says simply as though it were there all along. “ right underneath the traveler so that we may be there when it wakes up again. walls to keep out our enemy, unbreakable and tall, with towers to watch over our people and the lands below. ”
“ if that’s what you believe could happen then so do i. ” there’s a soft laugh as they stop on the steps of the ruins, the only structure to remotely stay intact —- he saves that detail for later —- and silimar turns, saladin several steps up so that they can be face-to-face.
“ even if i am a fool who raises the same structure again and again? ” saladin gives him a small smile – a rare and cherished visage, a hand coming up to cup silimar’s face, thumb running over his cheek and minuscule scars gently.
“ even if you are that fool. ” silimar can’t help but return the smile, enjoying the way saladin looks in the clear moonlight that reveals itself from behind the clouds —- regal and yet…just so very him.
he pulls the smaller titan as close as their armor allows them, wrapping an arm around his back, hand drifting across saladin’s face —- feather touches along his cheekbones, his mouth —- before he leans down to give him a soft but loving kiss. saladin seems enthusiastic to return it, opening his mouth so that silimar’s tongue can swipe inside along the roof, sucking gently against him, before he gently bites at his bottom lip, letting go as he pulls away, arms keeping each other steady.
“ thank you for coming back for me ”
“ always, my stone ”
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it’s another dispute between the mercenaries and the iron lords ---- something that silimar’s long sinced tuned out, he can learn everything from radegast’s debriefing to everyone else afterwards. the architect’s gaze has long since begun to wander, the forest nearby is dense, he wonders if there’s---- wait a minute.
he squints, turning his head toward the forest, seeing two figures emerge. one of them is a mercenary, he isn’t wearing the customary iron lord armor ---- oliver? omar? no, owen, that’s it. a tiny individual ( then again, everyone is rather small in silimar’s eyes ), fierce, defiant; he appreciates that in a person. that is... until silimar’s gaze wanders over to the other individual -- yeah, how saladin of all people managed to sneak away, silimar will never know as he watches the pair discreetly fold themselves back into their respective ranks and he’s half-tempted to ask.
he waits until the talks conclude and the two factions begin to ready to depart; he seeks out owen who is lingering near the edge and, out of his peripheral, he sees saladin heading toward him as well though he stops when he sees silimar and hesitates amidst the throng of people mingling.
“ owen, ” silimar catches the other man’s attention. “ i didn’t see you during the talks, we could have valued your opinion ---- where were you? ”
“ must’ve been on the other side then, i didn’t think you had come along either, ” the mercenary replies with a simple shrug, nonchalant.
they don’t get much more a conversation in, radegast is already calling away the iron lords, and silimar decides he needs to hurry ---- he leans down, giving owen a customary peck on the cheek, a goodbye of sorts. however, before owen can return it, silimar pulls him close, whispering dangerously low into his ear, “ break his heart and i’ll break your face. ”
with that said, silimar returns himself to his full height, turns, and walks toward the retreating throng of risen, patting saladin as he goes.
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it is late when silimar finally stops building. the sun has gone down, and the fire’s are burning low. saladin has made sure to be up when the other titan walks in. he looks worn and tired, but accomplished. like he is proud of the work he has done. in that moment, saladin admires the look on him. those small moments where they don’t dwell on the actions they’ve done, and they allow themselves to feel nothing but pride.
saladin is quick to his side with a cup of tea that jolder had made earlier for them all. he had made sure it was still warm as he waited for the other. he hands it carefully to him. he leans forward and quietly presses his lips to the side of silimar’s.
❝ It’s late. You should get going to bed. I believe some of the Lords have made it to the shared room if you wish to join them. ❞
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WHAT’S UP, HOES, IT’S ME GAT -- YOUR LOVABLE TITAN GREMLIN and i am here offering y’all some sweet sweet iron lord named silimar. bungie doesn’t care about him so he’s going to have to go through my antics. love me please.