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

bayonnetted as aurëwen was, mahler listened to her entire flesh croon his name, and found himself galvanized into a more vicious step. she drank from him the vibrancy of all he might give, and yet she was unslaked, flush, melting wax and petal-soft. his teeth at her nape, nipping from behind taut lips as the thrum of armory rose again to knife deeply, more insistently this time.
she was bone-delicate beneath the iron encirclement of his trembling limbs. feet of clay, breath to singe; mahler was wholly remade in the kiln of her thighs, shoved bear beyond what he had formerly believed were his limitations. he found himself half-addled, panting against the silk of aurëwen's cheek as his name spilled in glinting beauty from her lips, driving harshly into the heating yield of her, the angularity of her sharp spine downswept as he gathered her beneath his chest.
the syllables of her rose to his own throat; mahler in this moment was treacherously drawn toward a sort of affection, and though his heart still loathed her actions, and though his pity ran core-deep, aurëwen had awakened in him such myriad sensation that he desired to spark the same in her own spirit, at the hand of himself.
they were not transactional; she gave fully as did he, swathed in desperation and the clanging bells of desire gone long unsated. the diasporan was unmade, an idol in the graceful glow of the dove's favouring clutch. resplendent; a hoarse cry quavering in the narrow space between the jut of her shoulders as savagely he vent himself again.
exhausted, mahler fell numbly to the plinth as soon as he was able. one forepaw trailed in the water; sides rose and fell gulping breaths as for the present the lavender gaze went veiled and he sought control of his ennervated body.