Broken Antler Fen Nothing compares to when the smoke settles and you're the last [m]an standing.

the mist ignited with the collision of them.
teya was set upon a plane of lash and love mingled. it was the venting of a hungry and beaten man that consumed and encircled her now. she felt as if she could taste his longing, feel in her own heart the great shattering that reyes had experienced.
teya knew she would seek to be no more than this;
tinder for a man's anger against a dying world;
and she chose to revel in every small and mindless moment of their desperate entangling.