Wheeling Gull Isle keep a weather eye on the horizon

Maera pulls away from him suddenly leaving Axolotl in a suspended moment of surprise turned confusion in the lingering seconds between her pulling away from him even as her hazel eyes seek his directly. He could stare in her eyes all day trying to decide if they were more brown or if they were more green. She does not give him the chance to drown in them, however, as she draws near once more and plants kisses to his nose and chin. He tries to sneak in his own quick not wanting to be just the recipient of affectionate gestures. The risqué nip she places upon his lips and the fire it ignites within his body is different but cut from a similar vein as the flames of affection he feels for Maera. “I want you, Maera.” Axolotl has never been a shy beast, and the Leviathan has always thought it best to lay everything upon the table as he saw it. Atlan is brash and forthcoming and Their Atlantian is no different. “I want you now and I want you forever.” He speak between the kisses her adorns her jaw and her cheek, and when he reaches the cusp of her ear he seeks to offer it’s velvety tip a soft nibble.