Stavanger Bay i don't wanna be you

velen wrapped her in his embrace as she leant forward, fiercely pressing into him with the promise of the future warm on her lips. it lifted his spirits, to know she would go with him when the time came; velen sighed against her ruff, closing his eyes.
heartbeat tripped faster; his tongue grew thick, but the ceto would not allow this moment to pass. ”i love you,” he whispered fervently against the touch of her, the flower-perfume that clung to her withers, the deeper fragrance that burned beneath the two of them.
but he did not think that was why he spoke now; the words had filled his mouth for weeks now, vying to be born into the sentence he could no longer take back — and nor did he want to take it back.