Hushed Willows [m] goddess in a ruin garden

she laughed, light and free despite the sorrow of sapphique she had been greeted with on the coast. he was such a reprieve in these willows even if he did not know it.

so she welcomed him close, leaned her narrow face into his chest as he brushed her nape. her fur tangled with the debris of saltwater and harsh sea air. he smelled lively and alluring. how different they were but she knew how well they fit together.

will you stay for the night in the willows? she hummed as she tilted her head back to cast a sidelong gaze at him. i wish to hear your stories and tame you before we…tangle. some coy humor in her voice.

she wished to momentarily pretend he was a lifelong love before they drifted once more. tend to his unkempt coat, feed his traveling belly and tell him her own stories of mountains far from here where everyone spoke her tongue.

it was make believe moments like this that kept her wild.