Silver Creek Something special about the day

lilah would find him on the borders as he fulfilled his duties as a man. a protector. their leader and, quite possibly, god. grayson would never claim to be one, but if someone worshipped like one... how could he deny it? he had the allure of one, certainly. and as lilah came upon him, submissive and with a bundle of herbs in her jaws, grayson could only feel a flame of pride burn through his chest. she crawled back. just like he told her she would.

"lilah," he purled, voice unchanged, warm and dripping, "what can i help you with?" as cold as lilah had been towards him, grayson had never once changed his appearance towards her. kind and generous. warm but gruff. it was how grayson was, and her outburst hadn't shaken him in the lightest. he looked upon her with fondness, white gaze trailing over her delicate features.