Blackfeather Woods i am—yet what I am none cares or knows;

fading this <3

his entry was not without pleasure, and discomfort; relmyna responded as she bore his weight and later lay alongside him in a snowy glade, half-dazed with her surprise over what had transpired, and soothed by his nearness. cicero's scent filled her awareness; relmyna shyly nuzzled against him, curling her small body against his.
perhaps love had not driven them; perhaps only the desperation of damaged individuals had lent itself to their dance, but the evoker was not dissatisfied. and a fire her primal self recognized flickered beneath her skin. but for now, the pair were silent in their comfort, and soon relmyna closed her eyes beneath the gentle kiss of new-falling snow.