Lion Head Mesa tenax

the word came after a long quiet. his body was tense, though crowfeather might feel the way he breathed beneath the touch.

"i am — i feel." a swallow bobbed his throat. his head felt as if he might be sick. he was suddenly horrified at the loss of control which had placed him so physically close against the shadow.

it was too late to pull away.

he did not want to pull away.

germanicus did not know what to say and so he said nothing. he refused to struggle more with his words. a vulnerability had settled around him. the imperator was uncomfortable beneath this. it forced the sound of his voice all the same.

"the night that i forbid you to go into the sunspire, do you remember it?"