Seaside Moors Clouds like the smoke in the room

there it was, the answering spark in her beloved. consumed with relief and trepidation and lust, she moved closer, skimmed her lips over the torn ear of the pirate. 
"now be bettah den later, but —" she wished to inform raleska first, ask that she accomapnyt clementine into the wilderness to wait out the storm that the sapphic she-wolves intend to spin within rusalka.
"a day or two, perhaps." let wintersbane believe he had commanded rusalka and its might; let him settle into the role he had taken from aningan.
their polar boy. strangely though he had fathered her children of this year, the protective feeling inspired in her breast was rather maternal.
"what about miranda?" their second joiner, unrelated to all that had happened and would take place in the nearby future.