Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

mereo was gone. crowfeather mean to offer a word of support in this moment but germanicus did not wish to hear it.

"another time," he said of the creek and kvarsheim. very quietly he stepped toward the shadow, yellowpaint eyes searching the honeyweave of the other's soft stare. "it is not my focus now."

a kiss, to cheek, trailed to shoulder. the eagle's long-held hungers were surging; it showed now, germanicus slowly backing crowfeather until the bole of one of the beloved trees provided respite for the shoulder blades of the shadowstar.

gaze an undressing.

it had been so very long since he knew contours similar to his own. his flesh remembered, alighting the eagle's eyes as the half-dark surrounded he and the shadow glinting in jet and gold.