Gyrfalcon's Keep son of a sinner

no need to match the length, i got poetic and carried away, lol. <3

at the sound of approaching footfalls, rusalka's steps slow and then cease all together at the soft croon. he knows it is solveig before he turns his head to look at her, to watch with molten gaze as she fits herself against his side, leaning into his shoulder.

in the quiet, in the stillness of the moment, rusalka can finally feel the low thrum of the drumming of his heart, always a little too hard, a little too fast in solveig's presence. intense despite how hard he'd tried not to feel. but he is a scorpio and does not know how to keep from feeling everything in it's rawest, most primal of forms until it is cloyingly sweet in his throat, choking him.

and he'd understood that this — this co-parenting — hadn't came with strings.

so, when she speaks, stating that she desired his last name as well, rusalka feels the world shift a little on it's axis; knowing that it was only his own world that shifts. it is unexpected and he takes a moment to answer; wrapt in the tangled strings as his mind furiously attempts to reconnect the lines of the askew stars that dot his thoughts.

warring with the quieted hope that he is not misunderstanding — though taking the name cairn is a loudly spoken statement in and of itself, is it not? —

it is yours to take.

words tagging just behind that, left unspoken but implied heavily in the low, heady murmur of what rusalka does speak, i, am yours to take.