Hushed Willows isumanguruk

There was a strong desire to touch him. It threatened for a moment to overpower her, but instead, her desire was visible with a tiny wetting of her lips. The thought of Kigipigak destroying a person enough that they had become a corpse at the bottom of their Watch was exciting to her. The flame she had felt when he had first suggested she be leader fluttered in her heart, and though she ignored the underlying desire, she felt it beat in her chest.
Valmúa took another step toward him, smaller, but still closer. She inhaled his scent. She remembered his deliciousness. Perhaps it was his distance made her desire him more. The bones will ward off others with the same idea, she snaked, words tasting like a delicious toxin. Because Kigipigak refused to look at her, she pushed in obnoxiously close, quite intentionally, pressing her side onto him. She refused to accept his ghosting any further.