Barrow Fields a twist, a tale, a rip through my sail

and there it was -- tender permission, thrilling his every sense and sending his skin crawling. she rolled on the floor and then just as quickly rose, her slender hips captivating as she strolled into the duskfilled woods. tachyon felt his heart hammer his throat and, in turn, hammer his reaction -- he sprung forward after her. he was entirely consumed by his wish to be near her, with her, around her, forever. the two then strode through the shadows, delving into the dark in the manner that the two would eventually, surely, delve into each other.