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Won’t you show me how to dance forever - Fleur - June 08, 2025
The waking was slow, Fleur’s movements languid and gently as not to disturb the slumbering man beside her. Her eyes roamed over Solharr greedily, a deep intake of her chest bringing his scent into the core of her, solidifying what she so desperately needed to be true; he was hers, wholly, not shared with a ghost, or its memory.
The thought of their claiming of each other sent her pebbled skin and a hitch of breath. She giggled softly to herself, eyes rolling as she shook her head. Down, girl, give the man some rest. So she did. With as much care as she could, she removed herself from him—reluctantly and, maybe, with the tiniest of grumbles—before stretching deeply. A quiet yawn left her as she made her way through the den mouth.
The sun climbed up into the sky at what felt like a glacial pace. Fleur would have preferred to stop time altogether if it had meant what had just occurred between them could last forever. And though she felt like she held the sun in her hands, it was not the power needed to pause time. Which was all well and good, for there were many things to look forward to—a certain future of possibilities that she truly did not see for herself before him.
The wind met her as she emerged, her ruffled fur swaying with its greeting. She smiled, the corners of her lips meeting her eyes as happiness swept through her, urging her paws to move. Wind-swept and carried by the lightness within her heart, Fleur danced with living fire scorching her veins.
It felt good, wonderful, to dance again.
RE: Won’t you show me how to dance forever - Solharr - June 08, 2025
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he had not stirred at first. not when she slipped from beneath the weight of his limb, nor when her paw skimmed the curve of his chest. his dreams had been thick with the scent of her, his body slack and warm in the aftermath of what they had become.but when the sun broke stronger across the quarry and the place where she’d been turned cool, solharr blinked awake.
he rose slowly—less the mighty harbinger of war, and more man undone by the memory of her lips, the way she had whispered his name when all the world had gone quiet. the space smelled of her, golden and sweet, and he breathed deep, wanting it to coat his lungs.
but it was not the scent that drew him next. it was movement.
beyond the entrance, her figure turned and spun beneath the pale reach of morning—flame and wind and goddess. his woman. his. the quartz light caught in her pelt, tossing it like riverglass, and the way her body moved stirred something in him that went beyond want. reverence. awe.
he stepped from the den, quiet, his eyes never leaving her.
i thought the sun had chosen to rise early,he rumbled, voice hoarse with sleep.
but it was only you.
he came to her, still drowsy but smiling now, eyes glowing with adoration. he did not interrupt her dance—only watched, as if bearing witness to something sacred. and when her feet finally slowed, he murmured gently,
how could any god see you and not bow?
RE: Won’t you show me how to dance forever - Fleur - June 08, 2025
Solharr had emerged soon after, his quiet steps missed as she twirled. His sleepy timber was like music to her ears; she did not shy away at his audience—quite the opposite. His words spurred her movements just a bit longer, heated, performing just for him and him alone.
As the music of the wind faded, the god-song settling deep in her core, she turned to him, breathless, for the smile she found there as he regarded her stole all air. To finally see it break through the once hardened exterior of him was ground-breaking, earth shattering. It called her to him now, her body tethered to it, his gravity pulling her in.
The man had once told her: “i do not speak often. but if you are patient... maybe i will.” And, did he ever now—the words he spoke to her were of worship, colored in his love, and she returned his smile with one of her own. Her paw lifted to bring his face down to hers, kissing him gently, sweetly.
It is because the gods know I do not care for their worship—I only care for yours.Her brow pressed to his, she whispered her fire as their breath mingled.
I only need yours as surely as I need air.
I seriously can NOT get enough of these two ;n;
RE: Won’t you show me how to dance forever - Solharr - June 12, 2025
his breath caught.
not for her kiss—though it melted him—but for the truth in her words, the quiet storm of them, the way she whispered and made the world feel as though it had always been meant to end here. with them. with this.
solharr’s eyes closed as their brows met, his large frame leaning in like stone might lean to flame, as though to be scorched by her would be a holy thing. the cold man of the north—made flesh by her heat.
then take it,he murmured, voice hoarse, low, heavy with promise.
you have all of it. my breath. my name. my worship. it belongs to you.
his paw lifted to cradle her jaw, rough and warm against her softness. his paw pad brushed just beneath her eye,
my flower. my queen.
he did not need the gods. he had her.
and in this moment, solharr was no longer a chieftain or warrior. he was only hers—rooted in her gravity, lit by her spark, a man rebuilt by the woman who danced with the sun.
RE: Won’t you show me how to dance forever - Fleur - June 12, 2025
Both her paws reached up to cup his one, a kiss pressed into his palm as the scent of him rushed her. It couldn’t be helped—she waited so long to kiss him, touch him, love him that she dared not to hold it back any longer. The sun-kissed woman felt as if she might combust with how much heat raged for him.
Then I will selfishly take it all, just as I give all that I ever have been and will ever be to you, my heart—my husband.How had she become so lucky to hold the heart of the Hárkonungr? The gods had blessed her, for reasons she couldn’t fathom, for reasons that she never dared to give herself. But, fate had plans for her, for them, and the Seiðkona was ready for it all.
Fleur pulled away from him, her mind racing with thoughts of their future. As they whirled within, her body moved in tandem, heated by the overhead sun as she danced. Every movement was a call to the gods, to Solharr, to join in her happiness for where life has led her—led them.