Nova Peak [m] Cloister of St. Glinda

Warmth, spilling out and over. The feeling that had started in his gut now bloomed to every inch of him and he was certain it would consume the dancer too.

Loss upon loss had turned into a gain. Maybe one that he would lose too but in this moment it all felt immortal. Let them live inside this moment until the universe devoured itself. Let them devour each other too.

He held the other so tight that for a moment he was convinced they might become one. He sought the skin that was underneath the fur. He kissed the wounded spots as if he might heal them. Those were the marks that should have been upon his own flesh but weren't.

Perhaps he was cowardly everywhere else in his life but here.