Hideaway Strath you were never meant to be a tragedy

Well darn I totally forgot That haha! Whoops I am loving this thread!

Vein noted with more then a little satisfaction that she came to him easily. His story had taken most of his attention though, he hadn’t even realized the tension he had been holding even as he had licked his own leg until he felt her comb through his coat she didn’t seem put off by the painted lines that still marred his body.

The longer she turned her attention to him the more he melted into her touch, his body releasing endorphin’s and dopamine, She might fast become something he’d be addicted to if she wasn’t careful. 

When he finished his story and she lay her head on his back he closed his eyes drinking in the sensation of her body against his, the warmth of her chin upon his spine. He felt his sorrows wilt away.

The healer had not known of the unseen wound he had carried with him for so long, or how it had festered. He was more practiced in the physical, and his social skills though practised were not his strongest point

“It was so long ago, it shouldn’t hurt, I didn’t realized it still did.” Vein lifted his head and turned it so that he could better look over the beauty nestled beside him.


“Did you want to go into the caves or just nap here a while? I’m game for either so long as I get to spend more time with you…” it was at this moment he realized that they had indeed not shared names he supposed he could call her flower, it seemed wrong to ask her when they were cuddled so closely.