Nova Peak pou mwen ou fè pati

even after all this time, val prepared for rebuke. perhaps it was the less confident side of him that marveled and disbelieved someone like mireille would have him; perhaps it was the side of him that believed he was undeserving.

the pair moved off, rejoining as was their yearly custom. in these moments val’s skin rippled with fire, his senses heightened as he was consumed entirely by mireille — and for a long time after he basked in the golden afterglow that was her fierce aura.

she was the river, and he the stone — she might wander, but she always returned home.