Phoenix Maplewood bad moon rising

She should have felt lower than the dirt she rested on, but she did not. There was no shame, no sense of losing a grip on everything she had gained. Instead, Lily was dizzily adrift in his embrace, anchored yet flying, the pulsing within her slowing gradually until all that was left were tiny ripples, creeping across her skin. She shivered, and cuddled closer, tucking her head under his chin.

"That was nice," she remarked quietly, a murmur in the night. Her eyes strayed to the moon, orbs made even more fiery by the blood-tint above. Was that why the guilt was absent? Was the red moon ruler of all that was depraved--and under its reign, anything went?

Lily sighed, eyes fluttering closed once more. "Barracuda," she whispered, breath hot in the warm evening air. "Where. . .do you live?" So that she may find him again, god willing. Dirge she had not seen since their coupling, and Vilkas. . . She pays her sort-of mate no mind, now. All she cares about is the ability to find the man of shadows again.