Swiftcurrent Creek [m] you know i'll be seeking if you run and hide

CRYING

it was so clear that wren wished to take care of her, and for one moment of blinding beauty, silvertongue wondered at it. a life in cool green shadows, a denmouth draped in wisteria and two women on the threshold they shared, kissing one another as summertime droned on in its drench of honeyed light. an image too lovely for her to possess, silver decided, though she tucked the golden taste beneath her tongue and felt the sensation intensity as wren kissed her softly; "not cold," heated, even, and willing to surrender everything to the goodness of their bodies if it meant wren would be assured and silvertongue did not have to — think.