Wheeling Gull Isle [M] i lie awake and try to recall how your body felt beside me

She would not rebuke him. Not now. Not in this moment. She bore each probing touch—hell, she leaned into them, eyelids fluttering. And when the time came, she would not resist.

That was the way of it, she supposed. Body over mind, nature over memory. What she felt for Mou had always gone beyond words and thoughts; something deep and primal connected them. It had to, because why else would she have remained at his side? Why else would he have remained at hers?

Two broken things, come together. It might not be a perfect assembly, but they filled the cracks between with love, and stood firm against the storm.

fading to black here :) up to you whether you wanna get one more post in