Blackwater Islands spiritglass

ingram relishes in these rare moments of physical touch and quiet warmth shared between them; stolen, or so they feel to ingram. a low rumble of affection lingers in his throat at the feel of her teeth and tongue against his fur and flesh.

a soft shiver travels along his spine, like a snake slithering beneath his skin.

around her, like this, it was easy to let his fortress of stone and metal and ice fall.

trikova, he rumbles her name again; curious and soft. not wishing to break the magic of the night that enveloped them.