Stavanger Bay Stranger Things

They writhed and caressed on the hollow's sanded floor, nestling into one another as if they thought their two bodies could become one through sheer thought and persistence. Furiosa could not fathom from where her feelings had come for her, or what it meant for her future; in that moment, she could only be grateful that it was mutual. Her very soulmate manifested into a design that had never been of her dreams. Almost the exact opposite really. For though she found her love to be in the form of a wide-eyed and mousy southerner, she had always seen herself with a northman— broad-shouldered and mountainous. Much like her first husband, from with whom she had violently divorced.

But that was where her sexual preferences lie, rather. She found now that her heart, her soul, lie somewhere else entirely.

She looked into beloved eyes of sharp dawnlight now, seeming to consider carefully the question that had been presented before her. "I won't share you happily..." Furiosa openly admitted. "But if he makes you happy, then it doesn't matter." Besides, the man in her life could give her children— something the villainous wretch couldn't do herself— and if she so happened to feel even a fraction for him what she felt for this one, then all would be well.

The question was, how would the man feel not being enough for his adventurous lover? Whose heart belonged not only to him, but to the wild and savage ice she clung to now.