Wapun Meadow the smell of home, like sour peaches and linen
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At the end of everything, he was not angry that she was probably pregnant. He wasn’t disgusted by the prospect of children. His world would not end if he had them. In another place and time, perhaps the idea would be thrilling. Just not now, not here.

He was terrified that he might love them, and that the bear would take them, too, or that it would take her and leave Aventus with cubs that he resented for their role in it.

He stiffened when Arielle threw herself against him, a vein leaping in his temple and his jaws clenching tightly. What if he just pushed her away so none of that could ever come to pass? It was tempting... but he didn’t. He slowly pressed his chin down over the top of her head and held her, braced against her and drew strength to hold his turmoil at bay.

At length, he admitted, I don’t want this life anymore.
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RE: the smell of home, like sour peaches and linen - by Aventus - May 15, 2022, 12:21 PM