Northstar Vale a grin as sharp as a knife (mtr.)

her answer draws forth the cup of his ears, and the contemplative noise that traps itself within his chest and throat; never breaching. admittedly, his inquiry hadn't meant to be so deep and yet the answer that hangs between them is so much more in depth. truths, trusts, this. this, this was easy enough. the tender touches and wistful kisses and a lover's warm embrace. if i didn't trust you, tonttu, do you really think i'd be here? in courtfall, he means. surely she has come to realize that he is a beast who is only where he wants to be, only follows those who he thinks he can trust and are worthy.

if other men have left you cold, feeling untrusted and been untruthful with you ...then that is their loss. melkor rumbles his thoughts upon it freely, assuming that this is where her words stem from. they don't deserve you. he murmurs. not that he exactly thinks he does, either, but all the same he moves, nipping at her shoulder; testing and hoping to entice all the same.