Northstar Vale a grin as sharp as a knife (mtr.)

melkor.

the sound of his newest name; a gift given to him by the fey queen writhing beneath him in tandem with each rock of his hips against her own. hearing it now, murmured in the throes of their passion ( and remembering how she stumbled on 'wintersbane' the first time they'd done this near a year ago now ) only makes him like it more.

❝tonttu,❞ the tundrian rasps not even bothering to try to speak 'andraste' when his thoughts are little more than hazy and he is consumed solely with her and the feel of her. beneath him, 'round him; the guide of her drawing him deeper within her as he coils tighter and tighter until he begins to quiver with impending release.