Ravensblood Forest there is lightning in this room, above our heads waiting to strike

A barrage of nips and kisses filter up his neck towards his cheek. Kratos leans into them, enough that he steps forth into the touch just as the teeth turn harsh and Zephyr zips from his space. A half-grin curves across his lips. Instead of his usual tactic, he takes the slow approach, turning towards Zephyr’s right, and abruptly lunging out towards his right forearm.