Wapun Meadow the nasty words of a hateful song

donovan was dirtied and pure and darkened and whole, laughing, reveling in the entwinement of their bodies and the openness of his ability to be as he was. merrick saw their match then, two beings caught in a confidence shared by few others. "i'll come," he chuckled with a tilt of his jaw. "make it worth my while."
his canyon. a place in the mountains then; a place where donovan gathered to his bosom those who would all be swayed by his feral appeal. merrick nipped at the passing shoulder, a grin on his lips now as he backed some steps.
"we'll both leave. you first."
a wetting of the tongue, a curl of his mouth.