Moonspear Sail to the Sun

He emerged, a stunning display donned in cold silvers and slate. She drew in, like a star compelled by the gravity of a great, pale moon.

There was nothing shy in the way which she wrapped around him, like a misty veil of nighttime mist. The Archer was overcome with greed and desire. To have him close, to feel the solidity of a hunters body hugging her own. To give him the same heated love she shared with Sialuk.

His eyes... She peered deep within, smirking. Finding a resemblance. "Did you know it is said that blue stars burn hottest in the skies?" She purred thickly. Nearly matched, they would orbit as two burning blue flames in a dance with no end.