Hushed Willows [m] goddess in a ruin garden

she would kiss him in return, the kind of affection shared with a well loved partner. they were no such thing but it warmed her all the same. filled in the crevices of her heart and washed away the grief she had absorbed from the sea mother.

she thought of the mother. she thought of the lost daughter. she thought of the unhelpful men at sea.

don't.

she would not ruin this good thing, this good moment.

the den would need to be slightly dug out from a snow drift, covered from lack of use, but it would be easier work than it looked. not to mention she was all but happy to flex muscle and work under the watchful gaze of her dionysus.