Noctisardor Bypass bedauert

"vell, then i vill teach you," mahler determined, gathering her closer and watching down upon her beatific face. "ve vill begin vith ich möchte, dass du bleibst." a tiny span of time before he translated, "'i vant you to stay.'"
something red-gold and sweet in the speaking of it; he was reminded how he had begged her to be his wife during the most tumultuous time of her year. but then it had always been chaos with them, had it not? even the dome of honeyed looks that kept them interred together now was not bound to be existent tomorrow.
mahler would make a mistake, as always.
he put the dark goblet of that thought away from him, falling silent as he felt desire sweep through him, a long-denied flame that rebirthed itself in his stare until he was compelled to look away, for fear he might be greatly tempted to delay the healing of a woman just returned from the depths of fever!
how like a man, she might say and know and think, but presently all he could consider was her.