After Earth Went Dark

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After Earth Went Dark; Part II Chapter 5

It was late in the morning when Elliot woke again. He was ecstatic to see that Tyr was right where he had left him, sitting against one of the wagon wheels. Tyr's eyes were closed, and his head was rolled to one side. Elliot realized this was the first time that he had actually seen Tyr asleep. Even as he had the thought though, Tyr's eyes opened and locked with Elliot's.

"Good morning." He spoke softly. The camp was still mostly quiet. Elliot was far from the last one asleep. The night before had left all of them severely drained.

Elliot felt a little guilty when he realized he was glad that Ida was nowhere in sight, but the feeling didn't last. Seeing Tyr's face brought a smile to his own that he couldn't hide. He unrolled himself from his bedroll and came to sit next to his friend.

Looking around to make sure no one was paying them any attention, he rested his head on Tyr's shoulder. Tyr stiffened for a moment but then relaxed again and allowed Elliot to stay as he was.

"Now what?" Elliot asked, sighing contentedly.

Tyr shrugged softly, causing Elliot's hair to fall across his face. "That's something we'll have to talk about. I've got things that need to be done."

Elliot straightened up and brushed his hair back. "Well, whatever it is, I'm coming with you." He said resolutely.

Tyr looked down at him for several seconds without saying anything. "Maybe."

Shaking his head, Elliot glared at Tyr. "Nope. Not maybe. You'd have to tie me up and leave me behind."

Giving a quiet, scoffing laugh, Tyr checked Elliot gently in the ribs. "I get him impression you might enjoy part of that."

Elliot blushed deep red at Tyr's implication but had to laugh too. He had to admit, the idea was... intriguing.

"Are we staying with the theater?" Elliot asked, returning his head to its former position.

"I'm not sure." Tyr replied. "For the moment at least."

Elliot twisted his fingers around knots of grass. "Well then... can we... stay at an inn tonight or something?" He finished with some embarrassment.

Tyr looked down at him again, but Elliot kept his eyes on the clumps of grass he was slowly pulling up.

"Why?" He asked deliberately.

Still not meeting Tyr's eyes, Elliot shrugged. "Because... it'd be nice."

"And will you be paying for it?" Tyr put a hand on Elliot's back.

"Never mind. We don't have to." Elliot answered quietly. "I'm just glad you're back." He knew that Tyr knew why he wanted to get a room for the night, but he definitely didn't want to press the issue.

"Maybe it would be nice." Tyr said after a while. Elliot looked up and Tyr gave him an enigmatic half-smile.

Elliot shook his head in frustration and stood up to stretch. He groaned as his body untightened from the night of sleeping on the ground. "Mmph... that's why we should do it." He looked down at Tyr pointedly. "You might like sleeping in the dirt, but some people don't."

Tyr ignored him and picked up a bundle of cloth that had been laying behind him. "I think these are yours." He handed the bundle to Elliot. It contained the four knives that Marcel had given him the day before. "You've made some progress. We can work more with that if you want."

Elliot beamed. Tyr's praise and the idea of getting to spend time practicing with him made his spirits soar. "I'd like that." He thought for a moment. "I should visit Jay though. Do you know how he is?"

Tyr stood and shook his head. "No. I haven't heard anything this morning."

"Do you know where they are?" Elliot asked.

"Ida said the inn was on this side of town. Shouldn't be hard to find."

Tyr helped Elliot locate the little inn that Jay and Marcel had used, but then excused himself. Elliot wanted him to stay but Tyr promised to meet him back at the camp in a few hours. Almost as soon as he was gone Elliot missed him, but he knew that Tyr would not break a promise.

The inn was generally filthy. Angry looking men, similar to the kind that had attacked them last night sat at a bar, drinking the late morning away. One particularly ugly older man wolf whistled at Elliot as he passed, causing Elliot to shiver in revulsion. He found his way up the stairs quickly and was easily able to locate Jay's room.

When he opened the door slowly, Marcel stood up from the chair at the foot of the bed. Jay, who was awake, turned to look and smiled weakly when he recognized Elliot. His face was pale, but he appeared to be in much less pain.

"Umm... hi." Elliot wasn't quite sure what to say.

Marcel offered him a tired smile. "Good morning my friend. How is the camp?"

Elliot frowned and shrugged. "They're not hurt bad. They're scared, but I think everyone's alright."

Letting out a quiet chuckle that revived a little bit of his usual charisma, Marcel clicked his tongue. "We are a stronger group than we look you know. They all believe in the mission or else they would not be here still."

"How are you feeling?" Elliot turned to Jay who twisted his mouth slightly.

"I'm... okay." His voice was quiet and had a rasp to it, no doubt from all of his screaming. "It still hurts. All the time. But it's bearable now. I can almost even fall asleep sometimes."

"It is just about time to change your bandage again mister." Marcel informed him, causing Jay to wince.

"Changing it always hurts." He complained quietly.

Marcel drew a bucket of water out from under the bed and soaked a cloth in it. "You know what Mr. Tyr said. Every couple of hours. Round the clock."

Elliot had never heard someone refer to Tyr as `Mr. Tyr' before. It sounded so foreign that he could have laughed if not for the serious atmosphere of the room. "Anything I can help with?" He asked.

Marcel thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Just coming to see us is a service." He began to peel away the old bandage on Jay's side. Jay clenched his teeth and groaned loudly. "Oh, don't be such a baby." Marcel teased.

Despite Marcel's attempt to lighten the mood, Elliot could see that Jay was not exaggerating. Although the wound was closed, ugly looking blisters had formed around it, and the old bandage was stained with some kind of yellow fluid. Elliot felt his gag reflex activate and he had to look away. Marcel didn't flinch, however. He gently cleaned the wound despite Jay's gasping protestations and then applied a clean bandage and bound it on tightly.

Panting and sweating, Jay's face finally settled back into a neutral expression. He sighed heavily and craned his head back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Ida says it's going to be days before we can move again." Jay eventually said quietly. "All because of me."

"You stop that." Marcel scolded. "That's not what she said. You're one of us, we're happy to wait. Isn't that right, Elliot?"

Elliot nodded honestly. "Everyone's worried about you."

Jay met Elliot's eyes. "Do they know?" His voice had a tint of worry to it. "I know you do. I know Ida does. Do the rest of them know... about us?" He looked pointedly at Marcel who assumed an innocent expression.

Awkwardly, Elliot ran a hand through his hair to rest on the back of his neck. "Um... I'm not..." He winced and looked away. "Probably...?"

Jay exhaled a long breath and sank his head back to the pillow. "I don't know why it scares me. It just does."

Marcel lay a hand on Jay's arm. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. And I'm sure that many of them knew before now anyway."

"That's... not helpful." Jay grumbled.

"None of them care if they do know." Elliot assured. "You like who you like."

"See." Marcel pointed out. "And just look at Elliot and Mr. Tyr for example."

"Uhh..." Elliot's eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about?"

Marcel rolled his eyes and stood from the bedside. "Oh please, darling. I saw how you acted around him. I heard from Ida how much he cares about you. You're not that sneaky."

Jay looked at him curiously. Elliot felt his face burning red with embarrassment. "But we're not..." His shoulders slumped in defeat. "Well, I guess a little."

With a wicked grin Marcel turned back to Jay. "You see? Nothing to worry about."

"Just... don't tell anyone." Elliot begged. He was unsure how Marcel had managed to discover his secret so quickly, but he strongly suspected that Tyr would not be happy about it.

"Of course not." Marcel replied indignantly. "Even with this stubborn one here, it's not my place to say." He patted Jay's knee affectionately.

Elliot sighed and sank into one of the chairs. It was strange knowing that someone else knew about him and Tyr. It felt like a weight off of his shoulders. Something occurred to him suddenly. "Does... Ida know too?"

Marcel smirked. "I don't think so. She's a smart one though. She won't be fooled for long."

Elliot almost wished that she knew. His petty side wanted to see her face when she found out. The idea of sharing Tyr's attentions especially after losing him was not one that he cared to entertain.

As if reading his thoughts, Marcel smiled at him. "I am happy that you two found each other again."

"Me too..." Elliot admitted with a nod. "I don't know how long we're staying though."

"Well both of you would have a place with us if you decided to stay. You were very brave in the fight. You didn't run." Marcel's voice was sincere and respectful.

Elliot gave a tired smile. "I guess I'm getting used to being scared."

With a sober nod, Marcel frowned. "Such is the time we live in, my friend."

Elliot realized that Jay had dozed off again while they spoke. "Will he be alright?" He asked Marcel.

Looking down at the sleeping boy, Marcel smiled fondly. "I believe that he will. He's very strong. And he has a good caretaker." Marcel winked at Elliot. "Anyway, we should let him rest, I think. Do you know your way back to the camp?"

Elliot nodded, standing to leave.

"Thank you for visiting." Marcel said earnestly. "He likes you, you know." He inclined his head toward Jay. "He told me that he likes talking to you."

Elliot looked at Jay and watched his chest rising and falling evenly for a few seconds. He had never really had many friends. It was touching to know that Jay enjoyed his company. He smiled at Marcel. "I'll come back later if he's awake."

"We'd like that." Marcel assured and bid him farewell.

When Elliot returned to the camp, he found that most of the troupe members were either absent or just milling about without direction. He assumed that many of them had gone into town to find some way to occupy their time. There was food he noticed. Someone had been hunting. Timber and Maple were tethered nearby, happily cropping the grass and occasionally jostling one another.

Tyr was nowhere to be found, but Elliot wasn't worried. His conversation with Marcel had strengthened his confidence that Tyr cared for him almost as much as Elliot cared for Tyr. He was probably off with Ida. That thought bothered him more than Tyr's absence. Feeling suddenly sulky, he sat down against the wagon and helped himself to some food.

Sure enough, after less than an hour, he saw two figures approaching through the field. Tyr and Ida. Elliot didn't stand as they returned to the camp, but when Tyr came close, he rose from his spot and threw his arms around Tyr's middle. He made sure Ida was watching as he laid his head on Tyr's chest and smiled happily.

Tyr, obviously taken aback, laid an awkward hand on Elliot's shoulder. "Um... Hello."

Elliot pulled away, still smiling, but it faded when he saw Ida's face. She didn't look jealous or upset at all. She looked confused, possibly even amused by his display. Elliot's face reddened in shame.

"I just... missed you is all." He mumbled and turned away.

Tyr tousled his hair, but it came across to Elliot as a brotherly gesture rather than an affectionate one. He leaned away, earning a confused look from Tyr as well.

"How is Jay?" Ida asked him, trying to break the ice. "And Marcel for that matter. He must be tired."

"They're ok." Elliot said softly. "Jay was awake for a bit while I was there."

Ida smiled. "He's tougher than he looks. I think he's going to pull through."

"I'll go have a look tonight." Tyr offered. "We should know in the next day or so if he's likely to make it."

Ida raised an eyebrow at Tyr's matter-of-fact tone, but Elliot knew that was just how Tyr spoke. He rarely softened his words.

"In the meantime." Ida continued. "I've got some questions for you. Starting with how you found me, and why. You've obviously got something planned."

Tyr nodded and looked around at the rest of the camp. Deciding that those within earshot weren't paying enough attention, he spoke again. "Hermod said you were nearby. He had been tracking you as well."

Elliot saw Ida stiffen noticeably at this. He hated to imagine what might have happened if Hermod had found her before Tyr had dealt with him.

"You think they'll send more after us?" Ida asked with a hint of what might have been fear.

Tyr nodded. "Almost certainly. It's been some time since Hermod checked in so no doubt they'll be investigating that soon."

With a sigh, Ida put her hand to the back of her neck. "Well... What can we do?"

Tyr looked around again. His face had gone even more deadly serious than usual. "We can fight back."

Ida frowned at him. "Fight back? How? Ymir is untouchable."

"He's not." Tyr argued. "I have names, Ida. Names going all the way to the top."

Ida's eyes narrowed. "Names? Where did you get them?"

"I did some research before I left." Tyr replied. "I didn't plan to use them if I didn't have to. But they won't stop coming until we force them."

Ida didn't look convinced, so Tyr continued. "After the civil war they started pushing out from the coast. Hermod told me that they've managed to pacify much of the coast and are moving inland. They're getting over confident. They planned to take years to get that far."

"Well they should be confident." Ida countered. "With the amount of influence they've got, not to mention how successful Aesir was, what do they have to be scared of."

"Me. Us. Anyone who knows the truth is a threat to them." Tyr said confidently.

"But what good does that do?" Ida demanded. "It's not like we can get on TV or something and tell people what they're up to."

Tyr shook his head. "I don't know. But something has to be done. And the sooner the better, while they've bitten off more than they can chew."

Ida sighed. "So, a suicide mission then? That's your big plan?"

"I don't have all the answers." Tyr's voice carried a hint of anger. "I know that they can't get away with it. They won't stop until we're dead or they are."

"Alright." Ida threw up her hands in resignation. "But we need to have some kind of plan. We obviously can't just walk back to the base and say, `we're here to kill Ymir'."

"I'm working on it." Tyr grumbled.

"How can I help?" Both Tyr and Ida seemed surprised when Elliot spoke up.

"Elliot, I think you'd be better off staying..." Ida began.

"Nope." Elliot interrupted brashly. "Not happening. If you two are going, I'm coming too."

Tyr breathed a quiet laugh and Ida glared at him. "Well, maybe we'll look at it with fresh eyes tomorrow. I'll check on your friend and see how he's holding up. Elliot, you want to come?"

A smile split Elliot's face when Tyr made the offer. "Umm, yeah!" Even though he had come from town not long before, he wasn't going to miss the chance to spend more time with Tyr, especially if Ida wasn't going to be there.

"Tell Marcel," Ida's voice took a turn. "That morale here is dangerously low. He's going through a lot right now, but he has to know that he's going to have to come back soon if he wants a troupe to come back to."

Elliot realized that he had not even considered the future of the Traveling Theater since Tyr had returned. Even if he left with Tyr, he hoped that the group stayed together. Marcel had spent years building it up, and their mission was admirable, if Elliot thought, maybe a bit naïve. It would be sad to see such a force of positivity disappear. In just short time he had known of the troupe Elliot had seen how close-knit they were, and how big of an impact they had on the people they visited. The world needed more of that.

Dusk was just beginning to fall when they reached the little inn again. Marcel was pleased to see them, but Jay was asleep, having just had his bandage changed again.

"How does he look?" Elliot asked Tyr. To him, Jay looked almost the same as he had when Elliot had visited before, but he knew that Tyr's trained eyes sometimes saw things that he didn't.

"All things considered, he looks alright." Tyr replied. "Elliot, give us the room for a moment? I've got to talk with with your friend here." Elliot was about to respond indignantly but Tyr's next words cut him short. "I've booked the room across the hall for you. You can wait there."

In mid utterance Elliot's mouth snapped closed again. He looked at Tyr, who had his back to him, over to Marcel, who was giving him a meaningful look, then back again. "Just for me?" He asked, trying to read the situation.

Tyr glared at him, and Marcel covered his mouth to suppress a laugh and gave Elliot a subtle wink. That was all the encouragement Elliot needed. He didn't really like being booted from the room like that, but if Tyr had paid for them to share a room for the night then he would take that trade in a heartbeat.

When he entered the room across the hall, his suspicions were aroused further by the fact that it held a single queen-sized bed. Elliot and Tyr had shared far nicer rooms in their history together. Even the rooms at Fitz's before the tournament put these to shame. It was poorly lit, and the cleanliness was questionable, but it was a bed, and more importantly it was privacy. Privacy that he hoped to share with Tyr.

Suddenly Elliot felt nervous. He sat on the bed alone, unsure of what might happen next. It felt like the first time he and Tyr had been intimate together all over again. It had been so long since then, and since they had last been close, that Elliot just now felt the distance. He wondered what Tyr had planned, if anything. A part of him longed for a night of being held close by his stoic and immovable guardian, without fear or loneliness. Another more primitive part of his mind wanted to see the Tyr that he had caught glimpses of, and only seen in full at the top of the Jackson Hotel when Tyr's rage had been on full display. A primal, powerful being that frightened Elliot as much as it enticed him.

Elliot began to wonder if he should undress. He wondered what Tyr would do if he found him naked, or nearly naked, waiting in the room. It was a bold move, but Elliot decided that bold might be exactly what he needed. Unfortunately, he had spent too much time deliberating though. He had only just gotten his shirt halfway off when Tyr opened the door.

Somehow, being caught in the act with his shirt hanging around his neck and one arm still stuck halfway in the sleeve was far more embarrassing than if Tyr had walked in on him completely naked. Elliot blushed and looked at the floor. He heard Tyr chuckle softly which only made it worse. His attempt to be romantic had come across as foolish and silly. Finishing removing his shirt, he threw it on the bed in disgust.

"What's wrong?" Tyr stepped closer.

Elliot sighed and turned away. His frustration was only magnified by the fact that he didn't know how to articulate to Tyr what he was feeling. The joy of his return had been dampened by Tyr's unexpected closeness with Ida. Elliot was also worried about Jay. And above it all, he was uncertain about his future. If Tyr continued to send him mixed signals about their relationship, then he was afraid Tyr might leave him again. All this blasted though Elliot's mind like a horn right in his ears, making it impossible to focus on just one thing. He flinched when he felt Tyr's hand on his bare shoulder. Tyr moved so quietly that Elliot hadn't heard him approach.

"What is it?" Tyr asked again.

The hand on Elliot's shoulder was gentle but strong. It made Elliot realize just how much he missed Tyr's touch. With a deep breath, he turned to face Tyr. The look of concern and affection hidden in his stoic eyes cut through Elliot's anxieties. Elliot felt his eyes start to water and he hugged Tyr tight, hiding his face in his chest.

"I just don't want to lose you again." Elliot finally replied, trying not to sound like he was crying.

Tyr put strong arms around him and ran a hand gently down Elliot's spine, sending shivers through his body. "Lose me? What do you mean?"

Elliot blinked several times before meeting Tyr's eyes. "Do you like Ida?" He forced the question out and then braced himself for the response, almost as if bracing himself for a physical blow.

Tyr frowned in confusion before understanding crossed his face. He smiled slightly and tightened his hug. "I care for Ida a great deal. She has... helped me more than I can say. And there was a time where I might have considered... that." Tyr looked away awkwardly.

"But... not anymore?" Elliot pressed hopefully.

Instead of answering, Tyr leaned down and kissed Elliot gently. Try held him close and maintained the contact for a long time. Elliot's eyes closed instinctively as he melted into bliss. His legs surely would have given out if Tyr hadn't been holding him. He let out a soft gasping sigh when Tyr finally pulled away.

A quiet moment passed between the two of them as they looked into each other's eyes. Elliot threw his arms around Tyr's neck and pulled him back in for another kiss. This one however was desperately passionate. Tyr put a hand on the back of Elliot's head, locking him into the kiss and untying his hair.

All of the basic and passionate instincts that Elliot didn't know he had been suppressing for so long came flooding out. He pushed his hands up under Tyr's shirt to feel the solid muscle underneath. Tyr's hands traveled south, down to the base of Elliot's spine and rested on the two globes found there. Elliot pushed back on into the hands as they slipped inside his pants.

Feeling Tyr's tongue pushing gently against his mouth, Elliot parted his lips and let himself be taken over. Tyr lifted him up with a firm grip underneath him and Elliot wrapped his legs around Tyr's waist. The two continued to make out while Tyr carried Elliot over to the bed. Laying him down gently, Tyr finally broke away to pull his shirt over his head.

Elliot began to push his pants down. For a long time, he had been shy about being naked around Tyr, even though he enjoyed it and knew that Tyr enjoyed it as well. Now though, he felt like his clothing was just getting in the way. When he was done, he lay back on the bed and looked up at Tyr's powerful form standing over him. He saw the many scars on Tyr's body and noticed several new ones that looked recently healed. Hermod must have been very good. But Tyr was better, and Hermod was dead. That thought gave Elliot a morbid pleasure.

Tyr took in a deep breath and simply looked down at Elliot. His eyes took in every detail of Elliot's body. Again, this was something that had previously intimidated Elliot, but now he loved it. He loved the way Tyr looked at him with barely contained desire. And he could see from the state of Tyr's pants that it was having an effect.

Deciding that it was time to end the mystery once and for all, Elliot sat up quickly and grabbed the button of Tyr's pants. Tyr's hands were around his wrists instantly but did not stop him. Slowly they relaxed and released him.

"I want to see." Elliot said quietly, looking up into Tyr's eyes. The only response was a brief nod.

Taking hold once again, Elliot slowly undid Tyr's pants and let them slide down. The sight underneath caused Elliot to inhale sharply. He had always suspected that Tyr was well endowed, and now the proof was staring him right in the face. Even though it had not risen fully to attention, it had an impressive length.

Elliot reached out a hand, then paused and looked up, obtaining wordless permission from Tyr before continuing. He gently touched it and felt Tyr tense up, much the same way he had done when Tyr had first touched him. That thought amused him. The tables had turned.

Beginning to gently massage it, Elliot felt it slowly growing in his hand. His was an awkward motion since he had never performed the act for anyone except himself, but it seemed to be working because it continued to grow, and Tyr let out a quiet sigh of contentment. This encouraged Elliot, and he began to stroke with more enthusiasm. The idea that he was pleasuring Tyr was incredibly arousing to him and he began to touch himself with his other hand.

He continued to increase the tempo as Tyr's breathing became heavier. Elliot was fascinated by the size of it and found himself unable to look away as he worked it diligently. Tyr braced himself by putting a strong hand on Elliot's shoulder.

"Elliot..." Tyr managed in a low groan, warning Elliot that the inevitable was approaching.

Elliot's mind was fogged, and he didn't pay attention to anything besides the task in front of him. He was intent on finishing. Shortly after, he got his wish. Tyr grunted loudly as he was pushed over the edge. The powerful eruption shot across the bed with impressive distance. The second shot caught Elliot in the face however and the third spilled on his shoulder.

Elliot winced. He didn't know what he had expected, but he knew that he shouldn't have been surprised. He had to grin at his own lack of foresight. Sitting back on the bed, he looked up at Tyr with a shy smile. Tyr was breathing more evenly as he looked down at the mess across Elliot's face and shoulder. He shook his head and caressed Elliot's cheek gently.

Tyr used the corner of the blanket to help Elliot clean off his face. As he did so, Elliot got curious and tasted some of the residue. Finding that he didn't mind it, and the idea of it aroused him anew, Elliot stored that curiosity away for later.

Tyr stood over him now and gently pushed him back onto the bed, laying with him and kissing him once more. His hand traced the graceful curve of Elliot's back and came to rest on the perfectly rounded bubble of Elliot's ass.

No matter where Tyr touched him, Elliot loved it, but when Tyr touched him there, it felt so perfectly right. His hands seemed to fit over the two mounds like they were made to be together. Elliot snuggled against Tyr and began to touch himself again. That was until Tyr batted his hand away and continued the task himself.

Elliot squeaked in pleasure as Tyr took over. The other hand left its resting place on Elliot's backside and came up to the side of Elliot's face. Tyr then put two fingers up to Elliot's lips. Confused but eager to please, Elliot kissed the two finger tips. Applying a small amount of pressure, Tyr demonstrated that he wanted Elliot to open his mouth. Tyr slipped the fingers into Elliot's mouth a little way while continuing to stroke him gently.

It didn't take long for Elliot to get into sucking on Tyr's two fingers. He didn't know what Tyr had in mind, but just having Tyr touching him so intimately was making his whole body tingle. After a time however, Tyr removed the fingers and moved his hand back downward. It became quickly clear what Tyr's plan was when he began gently probing with his wetted fingers. Elliot gasped as Tyr found the hole he was looking for. Elliot remembered the first time Tyr had done this for him and how amazing it had felt. He lifted his legs, giving eager permission for Tyr to continue.

Even though Elliot was expecting it, he still gasped loudly when Tyr's finger entered him. He came very close to finishing then and there, but he held himself back and moaned as Tyr slid the finger farther inside him gradually. Elliot grasped the bedsheet tightly as Tyr continued to stroke him, combining the erotic sensations.

There was a brief flash of pain as Tyr slipped the second finger into him as well, but it was gone almost instantly and replaced with even further ecstasy as Tyr began to slowly move his fingers in and out in the same rhythm that he stroked Elliot. This caused Elliot to begin high pitched panting gasps in time with Tyr's slow thrusting motion. Tyr silenced him by pressing their lips together once more.

Elliot knew this couldn't last for long. He put his hands to the back of Tyr's head, pressing himself further into a deep kiss and he moaned long and loud as he let the passion flood over his mind. His whole body shook as he was pushed over the edge. His vision blurred momentarily as the raw pleasure swept through him. When it was over, he had left a mess on his stomach and chest, but he didn't care. The only thing that mattered in the world as Elliot lay panting in Tyr's arms was the set of cool blue-grey eyes that stared back at him lovingly.