Nova Peak yon peche [m]

he’d no doubt mireille had her own scars to deliver. a rueful smile rose and then faded. a troubled thought threaded its way through him. what was left unspoken was why she had gone outside of sapphique, away? and why did he feel hurt over this?

he knew the answer in his bones. similar to how mireille did not look at him then, val could not face his own insight.

i am. he offered with a sheepish smile, rounding his shoulders as he exhaled a long breath into the air that sat chilled between them. his head swam with so many conflicting emotions he felt that this must be what experiencing a whirlpool was like.

one more step was all it would take for him to drive down that invisible tether — but val found himself questioning whether mireille consented to it. the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her or brew resentment in some way.