Moonspear ᵐᵗᵐᵖʰ dornröschen (mtr.)

ever-responsive, ever-pensive, ever-fey; her step is a gliding dance and it was mahler she invited into the heart of it. his mothertongue upon her lips; it brought a smile to the scarred solemnity of his watchful features. twinning cadences — the gargoyle was altogether unsurprised to find that he ached at the thought of departure.
but even as the dream of a haven grew in andraste's heart, diaspora glowed in his own heart. the tremours underfoot went on and on and on; he could not conceive now of escaping them. they were country-wide, from all that he knew. rootless andraste; she understood that he could not now cast off the pulsing artery of connection betwixt his soul and the great mountains.
mahler purled a response against the proud arch of her neck, but the stamp of sunlight lacing her spine in its grim tracery swiftly quelled whatever uprising might have begun in his heartbeat, his blood. there was no desire to harm andraste; even in the taking she might be more woefully injured, new scabbing torn aside to smear his undercarriage in crimson as he gathered her into the jut of himself.
and so ruefully the gargyole reined back the tension of his figure and merely kissed the dove, her fairy-ring lips plundering his spirit and replacing it with an airy emptiness that tasted of grapewine and the summer barely left behind. not his; nor belonging to anyone save for herself.
"i vill come back," mahler breathed hopelessly, for always would andraste come secondly to diaspora while hiis kill-brother's vision lived. she accepted this, as he accepted her wanderlust and the bitter taste of the days to come, in which he left her and returned to his beloved spires, his affection for takiyok.