Duck Lake [m] Let it go, paint my body gold

I had to roll dice to decide how this post was going to go smh. I didn't expect this thread to go this way but now I realize I should have LMAO

Magic thick and cold in the air, a man answering a call not meant for him; it was like that morning again, the first morning. It felt like yesterday, but the memory was faded as if aged by centuries. Soft kisses from soft lips fell along her face and throat like so many snowflakes.
Was this what she sought, when she kissed him?
She touched him as if she might find the answer written on his skin. She found herself writing her own answer instead; making maps of each place she touched, scrawling little love notes along every path. His embrace held her where things such as logic and gravity failed, but the scent called to her still. She whined again, shifted, her attention drawn back to that ineffable pull just for a moment. There was no urgency in it this time, no longing look cast into the distance. It was all too bright, Lestan most of all, and she didn't think she could bear to look away from him.