Thehighlordofspring - The Ever-fixed Mark Shall Not Be Shaken

| 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓲

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Patrolling the border was safer than it used to be. This was the only reason that Tamlin felt comfortable occasionally staying behind and burying himself in library research — still trying to find a magical solution to the blight. On those instances, he always left Lucien in charge. His second in command had proven himself a capable leader more than once.

He kept a cool head, and used his wits both in battle and out. The advantages were tenfold. The disadvantages were minimal, but…obvious. Of all his men, Lucien had the most difficult time forming a relationship with his horse. It was ironic. He was silver tongued with people, but his steed knew snakes weren’t to be trusted. Tamlin had the opposite problem. He had a much easier time talking to animals than people. He understood animals.

Taming Lucien’s horse had not been simple, but after nearly a year of waking up before dawn and working together — Tamlin had structured a treaty between the two of them. Even if it was tenuous.

His morning was spent in books written in the language of the old fae. Translating it was no easy task. By mid afternoon he had a headache. That headache transformed into a cat nap.

Only the loud commotion in the hallway woke him. Clamor, clash, and clang — Tamlin jolted awake from his feline slumber. He accidentally morphed back into his own body, and began falling down a very high shelf — which was no proper resting place for a fae of six foot two.

More crashing.

Tamlin frowned, grumbling to himself about cats and their tendency for misadventure.

The commotion in the other room had not ceased. He rubbed his head, exiting the library, and walking towards the source of the noise. Indeed, his company had returned; but unexpectedly they were all circled around two chairs in the middle, which held Lucien with his leg propped up.

Alis was tending to it.

“By the cauldron!” Tamlin rubbed his eyes, hoping that he was dreaming. “What happened to you?”

Lucien scowled and pointed out the open door to the dappled gray, grinning horse. “Why not you ask her? It’s her fault!”

“Really —“ Tamlin started. Blame the horse? Was Lucien serious?

“It’s broken.” Alis confirmed.

Tamlin’s mouth fell open. Fae rarely broke bones.

“Shut your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” Lucien grumbled.

“You’re serious?” Tamlin tilted his head, looking from Lucien to the horse. “Explain.”

“Bucked me off the saddle.” Lucien said plainly.

“Stupid horse.” Tamlin mumbled, glaring out the door at the beast.

He’d have a serious conversation with him later. Equine to equine. No one hurt his best friend and got away with it.

Do your muses have any pets together? (Feylin)

Feyre and Tamlin care for all of the animals on the lands of the Spring Court, although plenty remain wild. In the manor, they have taken in kittens from time to time - though they nearly always release them. Tamlin has a natural touch with animals, especially the babies. Feyre struggles to connect with them at first, out of fear of hurting them, but he slowly helps her calm her fears. They don’t (currently) have pets, but they do live a life filled with animals.

𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓵𝓲𝓷 - 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽