Northstar Vale i miss you in the dawn & most of all, your fingerprints, everywhere (mtr.)

;_;

oh, she brought him forth between moments, penning the letters of herself upon the very essence of him. she moved in ways alien to the stalwart man, and wrung from his impassive core the droplets of grief that emerged as low sounds. the mountain shards of his voice held up the fairy-ring of her own. mahler was content to cut off his gaze from the world, steady himself, let aurëwen guide them both down this untrodden hall with a zeal only she could conjure.
he knew it now, and still there were threadings within him that he could not yet let her touch, a tight rein that kept his own movement restrained, somnolent against the lapping waves of her archings. it was akin to the intensity of pain, the strokings of aurëwen's body — mahler rolled his forehead down against the delicate curve of her skull, breath burning through the milkweed fluff of her nape to her flesh as he lowered his chest against the arch of her spine and set her more firmly into the bracket of his hips.
the sylph drew him to herself again, and he heard the threnody of her want silhouetted against the trill of the insects, the lapping of water against the altar upon which she had offered the passionate heat of her rawboned form. it drove him higher; his mouth had gone dry as sand, and he felt himself spinning headlong into the thrumming of heartbeat that throbbed between them.
mahler ground out a guttural cry from where he had tucked himself into her ruff; he covered her with a staccato rush that voyaged him unbearably until he was caught fast and at last felt aurëwen pluck those wooden trembling plaits until they broke and he shattered within her, arms steel 'round her waist and body swept with his own tremouring.