Moonspear ᵐᵗᵐᵖʰ envinyatar (mtr.)

Wilting; his soul strums for hers;
( he would leave he will leave he must leave )
hesitant heavings within the bout of her breast.

Frail, fair hips; weighted, stygian thighs;
anchor! maelstrom belly to marked back. Her lips part with a mouthless moan; lashes long to lie heavied upon shorn cheeks, but Andraste forbids her eyes to quail from the musiker's. Quivering— ardent anguish now writ into her ruined features. Dismantled; in her somnolent writhings he has become molten and his meltings smear her and she warbles, gentled, for the within; for his gathering of her further to that anvil of his workings. By the sword in the sky she has since been remade; and yet it does not seem to be enough for her forger. It will never be enough for his fashioning her. It is prophesized in his beckoning that Mahler would make and unmake her in this hour as she had unto him.

Shivering as frostfall; as he waits the stricken reaches to him, presses the rubied brow to his amethyst crown; and for this moment remains with him as her lashes finally veil low. The shying of her waxen hips still. Quiet — save for the hum of the unassuming falls within their haven of a cavern; that of her blood, reaching through the hallways of her eidolic soul to the melodies of him.
( stay stay stay )
Golem, enlivened; hushed in her marveling, she returns the scent of him into the home for him within her heart, her marrow, and further, ever further. And when she musters the might of looking into his eyes once more, she cannot help the bashful turn of scarred cheek; tucks the desecration of her face into her composer's austere-nevermore throat.

He is tempestuous; the choir of thunder and the tranquility thereafter; and she shares in the drop of pressure he holds her in; has gone delicate, diminished. Andraste  ( his Aurëwen )  settles herself so suffocatingly upon that glut of his, then, so that he lists against her with each breath he takes—
—before plucking her thin hips from the press of him; a wanton wistfulness in the beholding of that visage; a quiet question:  how could he still want her?