Moonspear ᵐᵗᵐᵖʰ envinyatar (mtr.)

Though she had insisted upon it, had beckoned for it, still her shorn lips found Mahler's as his own parted in heralding of a name she had been unveiled from; O, how the three heads of hydra may hear—! Hear the melody of his voice and the quivering of them, twinned, taut, tendered—
love
—but then his mouth was a smile against hers, limning her ear with a request that made her meld the porcelain of herself into the iron of him that much more adamantly; let lashes rest heavied upon cheek, and let a dreamless, Fadeless repose drape unassuming upon refashioned soul again,
in the hammered arms of home.