Tati's fingers tightened around his as he led her through the thinning crowd, her heart doing somersaults at the casual intimacy of it all; walking hand-in-hand with Bishop like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like they'd been doing this for years instead of mere minutes. She couldn't st...

The ball. She'd been planning to avoid it entirely. Hide in her quarters, claim she was on call, anything to not have to watch happy couples dancing while she tried not to think about another ball, years ago, when things had been simpler and she'd been foolish enough to think... "Bishop, I...&...

The warmth of his jacket settling over her shoulders was immediate and comforting, carrying with it the scent of him; familiar and grounding in a way that made her heart squeeze. But even as she pulled it closer around herself, the healer in her couldn't help but protest. "Bishop, you're going ...

Tatiana stirred at the gentle shake, her mind taking a moment to orient itself. She'd fallen asleep in the chair sometime after finishing the letter to Tibet, too exhausted to make it back to her quarters and unwilling to leave him completely alone. Her neck protested immediately as she lifted her h...

Tatiana remained quiet through the exchange, her hands stilling on the spine of a book when the spirit’s voice rose. She didn’t flinch this time; only lowered her chin slightly, absorbing his words with a kind of solemn acceptance. Choice mattered. Even when it hurt to witness. When the spirit finis...

The blush that crept up Tati's neck and flooded her cheeks was immediate and unmistakable, her fair complexion betraying every bit of the effect his words had on her. Her lips parted in surprise at his boldness—the wink, the implication, the playful confidence that was so distinctly him when he let ...

Tatiana busied herself in her office while Bishop read through her research, giving him space to process everything she'd just laid before him. She caught up on paperwork, restocked a few supplies, and tried not to think too hard about the vulnerable admission she'd just made. When enough time had p...

Tatiana didn’t move closer when Derek approached the dais. She stayed where she was, hands folded loosely in front of her, posture composed; studied, almost while her eyes tracked him all the same. When he spoke the name aloud, something tight flickered across her expression, but she schooled it awa...

Tati's eyes widened, genuine shock rippling across her features as his words sank in. "You've been waiting that long too?" she whispered, her voice almost disbelieving. "Bishop, I... I had no idea. I thought..." She stopped herself, shaking her head slightly as a watery laugh esc...

Tatiana busied herself in her office while Bishop bathed, pointedly not thinking about the conversation they'd just had or the way his expression had shuttered when she'd mentioned St. Mungo's. She reorganized potion bottles that didn't need reorganizing, updated patient charts that were already cur...

Tatiana moved much the same way Derek did: slow, deliberate, eyes everywhere; but her attention fractured the moment she noticed the unsorted scrolls. Disorder stood out down here like a raised voice in a cathedral. She crouched beside them, carefully straightening one, then another, her fingers pau...

The world stopped. That was the only way Tati could describe it; the moment his hand cupped the side of her neck, thumb brushing along her jaw with such tenderness it made her knees weak, and then his lips met hers. Soft, questioning, but unmistakably intentional . Like he'd been waiting just as lon...

Tatiana emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, the sound of running water muted behind the partially closed door. She'd composed herself somewhat; her expression was calmer now, though her eyes still held that tired, worried quality that came from years of carrying weight she'd never quite l...

Tati's breath hitched as his words washed over her, each one landing with a weight she hadn't expected but desperately needed to hear. Her eyes searched his face as he spoke: watching the shame flicker across his features before he pushed it away, seeing the vulnerability in how he held her just a l...

Tatiana's hands stilled for just a moment as Bishop explained, her jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. She set down the cloth she'd been holding and turned to face him fully, those bright blue eyes fixing on him with an expression that was equal parts exasperation and something deeper—something tha...

Tatiana stayed quiet as the exchange unfolded, lowering her wand fully at the spirit’s sharp instruction and keeping it there. She didn’t interrupt, didn’t rush to fill the silences—this room deserved to be listened to first. Her gaze moved slowly between the ghost and the chamber itself, absorbing ...

Tati didn't step away. Not even for a second. Instead, she let herself ease into him as he pulled her closer, her body fitting against his like it had always been meant to. The formal dance dissolved into something softer, more intimate; just the two of them swaying gently beneath the stars and moon...

Tatiana followed a step behind Derek, every instinct buzzing as the stairs opened into the chamber—and then she stopped short. “Oh,” she breathed. It wasn’t fear that rooted her in place, but sheer magnitude. Her eyes moved slowly, almost reverently, over the glowing stones, the shelves bowing under...

Tati's cheeks flushed pink the moment his lips brushed against her knuckles; a gesture so unexpectedly gallant it made her heart stumble over itself. She barely had time to recover before they were moving, his hand warm against her side, guiding her into the rhythm of the music that seemed to have s...

Tatiana had been restocking one of the cabinets in the hospital wing, organizing potions and salves with the practiced efficiency that came from practice of doing this exact task over and over. The quiet of the space was something she'd grown to appreciate; it gave her time to think, to breathe, to ...

Tatiana sucked in a quiet breath as the chamber lurched and rejected Burial, her hand snapping out instinctively to steady herself against the wall. The cold, watching sensation prickled along her spine, and for a moment she didn’t move—just listened to the stone settle, to the silence returning in ...

Tati felt her breath catch... not dramatically, not in the way romance novels might describe; but quietly, like the moment itself had stolen it without asking permission. Her crystal blue eyes widened just slightly as Bishop turned to face her, his hand extended between them like a question she'd be...

Tatiana’s eyes flicked to the runes as they appeared under the glow of Lumos Solem, the sudden shimmer of ancient magic igniting something electric in her chest. She stepped up beside Derek, her gaze sweeping the aged inscriptions—Memory, Time, Burial, Truth—and the faint circular groove that framed...

Tati’s gaze lingered on his profile as he looked out toward the lake, the soft light casting delicate lines across his face—ones she knew too well. Every scar, every smirk, every look of mischief or pain—she’d memorized them over the years without ever meaning to. His words settled over her with mor...

She watched him for a moment before that smile softened, "Bishop… you're not failing at it.." Bowing her head absently she shrugged, "I'm just happy you're speaking to me at all, Merlin knows I'd come to expect…" Tati stopped herself and killed that line of thought, she'd expecte...