Nova Peak yon peche [m]

for val all of this was new. yet novel blended with eons of ingrained instinct and before long he found stride, their bodies transmuting under a veil of milky stars.

she pulled away and spoke; of this, val understood. a brief spate of hurt hid itself under the navy shadows of his face, yet he reached for her all the same.

when she rose he was not ready. to leave this place would be to leave this moment — something val wished to clutch forever. yet he knew you could not own what you could not swallow, and this moment like thousands of moments before went fleeting.

he rose and followed, eyes set on the dark shape of sapphique ahead.