Honeyed Pasture oh, the river

acrux lulled her into silence with his voice, the tepid exploration of memories which surely pained him to dwell on as much as they did for her.
i'm still looking for it, there is venom upon her tongue, something so rare for the typically calm starlet that she even surprises herself. if i ever find whatever it was that hurt you that day, i swear-- the spirits will not want to watch what i'll do to that fucking beast.
her muscles grow tense, only shifting and calming beneath the tenderness of acrux's touch. she audibly sniffles, her eyes squeezed shut; so are you, she whispers. i'm never letting anyone take you from me, or hurt you, or-- you are the most important thing in my life, acrux.
maggak was the sap now, but she decides that she does not care. throw it all to the wind, let it all burn to ashes or crumble to smithereens; she would let moonspear dissolve into nothing but stardust if it meant it was the only way to keep him at her side. to protect. to comfort. to love.
in all the ways anaa did not.