Moonspear helpless

A rumble escaped him—a gentle crooning of consideration to her words as she toyed with the idea that the mountain had beckoned him to her, and he smiled, heated amusement displaying upon broad features as his eyes finally did scour her, wondering.

“Perhaps she did,” he returned, trying to navigate such a forward woman with the concept of discussing ‘forever’ with a new man. “But I’ve heard many have been seeking your company,” he also noted, icy eyes drifting over her before scanning the mountains. Her question was loaded to him—not as simple as she seemed to present it—but, perhaps… it truly was?

“I seek the life my parents would have had if my father didn’t die,” he finally offered, his features sobering, thoughtful. It terrified him—to love someone so wholly and with such longing as his mother had for his father—that it had broken her in the end. But.. nothing else would compare—how could it? "Passion. Irrevocable, undenied passion for one another, for their family, and for their legacy."