Nova Peak The rhythm of a beating, braver heart.

he could not conceive of a world where nyx might be satisfied with his visits while knowing his heart belonged to another, always. for it was not a world he would have tolerated, and he was reminded anew of his hubris in expecting such from these two women.
her soft words floated to him, firm, impassioned; breath hitched in his throat and he stifled a sob, gaze narrowing only briefly before he swung it toward nyx and her sungold eyes. "you gave me a beautiful gift in them, nyx," mahler ventured a moment later, above a taut smile that loosened slowly, gently. "and each of you make me vish to be better."
there was no dearth of feeling in his spirit for her, he knew. it simply did not bear the same mark, and mahler knew there was no feasible way to offer this that would not harm her faith. "you are good to me." undeserved.