Sunbeam Lair ❝elyë lantanë melmessë sonen,❞

she was falling away, his andraste; he felt the low singe of her disappointment, and frustration raced in his soul. how could he convey the importance of his freedom in this matter? she held him as did no one else, but as with takiyok, it was not enough. mahler rebelled then against her clasping, against the edict of his winterwhite co-leader, but kept quiet and discerning as he sought to read the may queen's undertone.
"no, no," the gargoyle purled, "i must know your thoughts." he did not merely want her to feign satisfaction; he was not stigmata, who in the end had perhaps been dishonest. it was mahler's arrogance that drove him — i will do the same but i shall do it correctly — with openness, with honesty.
sarah, then, might after all be correct.
his lover sought to place him on a path easier for them both, and while his body shouted that he not resist the feathering of her lips nor the invitation of her gentled figure now welling with lust, mahler reined back.
he would not let takyiok see their meet,
and in this moment the general could not allow himself the sweet weakness of their pairing.