Gyrfalcon's Keep the twisted nails of faith

of course! and u do not suck SHHH <3

they stood alongside one another in solemn and silent contemplation of the grey brine with its unknowable depths and roiling tension. his murkwater eyes moved once toward her but he turned them quietly back toward the slow lap of the deep waters and was still, his heart finding the cadence of the waves and meeting it with matched beats as he breathed in not only the salt-rimed air but the fragrance of the waifish priestess -- and in this he found peace.