Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

taltos found his eyes drawn from the stars to peregrine's supinement in the grass; his gaze traced unbidden over the inviting muscularity of his former lover's body, before he swallowed past the sudden swelling of his throat and returned his stare to the heavens. "i do not know," he said gently. "perhaps -- perhaps this eve is special." suddenly exhausted by the tension that had befallen him, he followed suit, and lay on his back among the cool emerald grasses alongside peregrine.

for a long series of heartbeats, the earthen servant said nothing, thinking of what words would be fitting for the warm shadows that fell like silk roundabout them. but he could think of no such thing. a smile flitted about the edges of his mouth.