Duskfire Glacier g*spy witchcraft

there is a part of wintersbane that wants to allow her words to wash over him; to find solace in them. he wants to believe — and there had been apart of him ready to settle down again. ready to move on from the heartbreaks, from the tragedy that followed him 'round like death's shadow. it was what had spurned him to seek out kukutux's match-making skills, after all.

and then moonspear —

gingerly, wintersbane feeds that part of himself; that snarling heart that yearns to be unchained. that if any lesson should've been taken from the fall of the spear was that life was short and was to be enjoyed. savored.

not spent locked up in a fortress of his own making.

and maybe ...just maybe it would be easier if spent with someone with shared life experiences. someone who understood the hesitation and the fear and the coldness that he wears like an armor.

maybe —

maybe it wouldn't hurt to admit that there were feelings taking root in his heart. to stop fighting and try again. third time was the charm, right? tzila..., he draws her name upon a breath. what do you want? he asks, trying to judge and see if she is on a similar level as him, if he is not alone in ...whatever he feels sparking in his chest when she is near.

their last conversation had been rather clear cut with one another but wintersbane knew — perhaps far too well — how things could change.