Dragoncrest Cliffs turning my heart on and off

White, he replied, with a crooked smile. Can't think of anything more suitable for you. She was so pale, like the moon. Fresh snow. Clouds. Compellingly alabaster.

And her impassioned speech endeared her all the more to him. It took everything in his power not to possess her there and then; instead, he nodded solemnly, glad that she and Tux would be apparently safe with each other. Not that he ever really doubted it, but. . .

Then enjoy yourself, Vercingetorix murmured, smirking. See it all, for me. And I'll be here waiting when you return.

He dipped his head to place his nose against her cheek, the soft part near the base of her ear. And held that touch for several moments, not moving, not speaking, barely breathing. Just reveling in the feeling of his breath against her skin.