Arrow Lake so only one life can't be enough

board ate my post D:

salt laced the decadence of the air, spurring mahler's thoughts into shame. sarah approached him with grief, and mahler stepped forward with concern breaking down the usual impassivity of his lavender gaze. "that is a great grief," he remarked lowly, somberly. she showed such sorrow in his presence, signalling her trust; the woman's scent wreathed around then, but the gargoyle tightened his reins grimly.
despite the male hungers of his body, the silver was compromised. he reached out to her then with a low sound of apology, tentatively offering whatever comforting touch sarah might find soothing in this time.