Greatwater Lake i don't like human nature unless all candied over with art

Saarthal laughed lightly and remaining uncharacteristically quiet as teeth met her nape, a curious smile tugging on her lips; she shivered lightly, a memory surfacing from the black boiling cauldron of stuff. The sensation was uncannily familiar and a pang of longing zapped through her veins, curling around her heart, squeezing until it ached. Bruising, painful - the pain felt good to drown in. She remembered now, how it felt. In any case, it would not do to dwell in that right now, not with - Saar glanced at Okeanos and thought, partly amused, that he seemed to be growing more and more handsome as each second passed; his eyes remained startling pretty...though she had a softer spot for blue ones - him on top of her. Instead, Saar grinned and leaned to brush her nose against his cheek, "you're too gentle," she said, "though you seem to be enjoying this."