Noctisardor Bypass lieblichkeit

mahler could not keep from loving her as she spoke, though he pretended to reel in cringing shame at her utterance of his first name. "of course, mein liebling!" he grinned, adjusting himself at the closer press of her warm body. "vylla mahler. mm."
"i like the sound.  but it is not musical enough perhaps, look," and here, captured completely by impulse and buoyed by her amused, radiant gaze, he sang out the two names in a rich and unbroken toss of baritone, rusting now just at its edges. once he had been a young musiker, searching for the places were notes could be kept and held. he had not found them until grimnismal; but now he saw that their discovery had been in wylla.
she had been such an eternal source of music in his years. damn him, for those gone by in unrecognized space.
the sound was surprising for the gargoyle. he had thought his vocals ravaged by the cough and its time — mahler tried valiantly to pull himself, pull himself back from that maliciously ugly precipice.
not now.
she breathed, and he was carried at once back to the misted place of dizzying lovespell and pleasure; he watched her for a long and sweetmint moment, considering.
"suppose you and i chose a name. for us, and for our family." his eyes shone; mahler would deny her nothing.