Noctisardor Bypass We're sunflowers in the rain

wylla's laughter charmed mahler. "ach, you are right. forgive me. how could i forget my place," mahler drawled dryly, "beneath you." he gave a lewd flex of his heavy body in the snow to demonstrate and then chuckled, simply lying back to look at her.
his eyes were loving upon each detail of her features: her cheek, her mouth, even the empty socket where she had given her sight there for him and for the pack who had not so fiercely defended her.
he had been of no account then.
mahler pulled himself back to the present, lifting up somewhat to caress her face with several kisses. his heart thudded beneath her own, for wylla always had the ability to remind the gargoyle that he had never loved so deeply before her.