Sunbeam Lair vicariously I live while the whole world dies

Pulled forward with gentle paws, a kiss was shared. Chaste, or more, he did not know, but the lingering of it was surely one of two broken souls seeking a reprieve in one another, even if brief. 

Her nose pressed to him, he simply holds her for now, in the dark and quiet. It was with great reluctance that he would begin to draw away—to be the one to push them back to reality. We should return, he spoke quietly, grazing her ear with his mouth and stealing once more embrace of his forehead pressed to her. 

The idea of relying on a man who had traded another as a slave revolted him. 

The fact it had been Silvertongue ruined him. 

And he did not know how he would not attack the man on next sight, as if any form of justice could be had in such an act. 

But there wouldn’t be. It was not his justice to take. And for now, he needed the fallen soldier.