Noctisardor Bypass reshwe

the moment's volcanic heat had been doused. staccato desire pulsed inside every inch of her flesh, turning to disgust with herself as druid's unsure apology resounded over the trees. for a long time she only gazed at the ground between their paws, listening to the rustle of wind and the grazing of rain upon their pelts.
but she felt no shame. heda knew enough to understand that etienne felt highly for anselm, but because the words had never been said, they were easier for her evasive mind to simply — assume.
there was guilt there, licking hesitance into the fire of her veins, but not shame, and her eyes were clear when she raised them back to anselm. she could find more self-control, far more, but she had denied herself for so long that her half-warmed body felt as if it were twisting into nothing.
there's nothing wrong with this, her eyes softly insisted, searching his own; heda stood to tiptoe and kissed anselm's cheek before she bowed her head and pushed back through the rainy leaves in search of her sister.