Qeya River dance the ghost with me

you really ever actually gave a shit about me instead of seein' me as a set a' fuckin' tits to bury your face into when you were lonely — silvertongue stopped listening then, mouth dry and mind pulsating. she had no right to be jealous. a quick, near desperate exploration of the feeling told her it was not in fact jealousy, and so what was it? she cupped the newness of her empty belly, remembering that small cave and the warmth of his kiss. did wren feel the same for akavir? had she experienced similar with him? silvertongue swallowed and continued to listen.