Ouroboros Spine [m] i’m in the trees, i’m in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground
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Her soft voice, her breath on his cheek — it was the breeze that finally stoked him to fire. His hold on her tightened, and he felt clumsy in his desire for her. His breath caught as he caught himself, and then he was well enough arrested by the look in her eyes.

"Mind?" he repeated, incredulous. He rose, crowing into the embrace in a manner reminiscent of their play in the hotsprings. His smile, too, was as bright and mischievous as it had been that day. "How 'bout you'n'me get to work, and I'll show you just how much I mind."

He did not feel the need to handle her body so carefully as he handled her heart — but despite any talk on the contrary, he had proven himself unable to be rough with her. It was all talk, all pretend, and the heat in his gaze was ardent, adoring, pleading.
live and die on this day,
live and die on this day