Northstar Vale & prayer-pale stars that pass the drowsing-incensed hymns (mtr.)

❝not on the borders during an initiation of a stranger into courtfall's ranks.❞ melkor tells her, insistent on this. he takes his duty as sentinel, as warrior very seriously. ❝you weren't even asking any questions, things that should've been asked of a stranger showing up at our doorstep.❞ he doesn't hold back his disapproval regardless of how it might earn him her ire. never mind her own disapproval at his honesty, he realizes that a healthy relationship couldn't be all rainbows and sunshine all the time.

❝i'm not sure how me dismissing your urges for me during such a time equate to me not missing being within you,❞ melkor points out slowly. ❝but yes i did. it took restraint to not give into you ...but i won't apologize for being the sentinel of the borders as i am mean to be as valitúrë, as a master warrior.❞

❝you know i do.❞ he rumbles in response to her next question, feeling the low burning fire in his abdomen creeping ever closer to his loins now more than ever. ❝you told her i was your mate,❞ melkor tells her then, suddenly, chewing on it and all it means and how he feels about it. even still, he doesn't mind it. ❝is that what we are? what you desire us to be? husband and wife?❞ he asks her, fixing her scarred visage in his glacial gaze; studying her reaction to his words.