Lost Creek Hollow Violar [m]

hello this hurt to write <333333333

her moan was one of surprise and pleasure, the sound of one unable to speak but weighed in pained glory. again she clutched his arm; silvertongue imagined him as he had been, monotone and somber and combed to gleaming ravenwing black in that beautiful palace. starclan whispered above his head, and she smiled a soft and sad look into the eyes that were so much softer here than they had been the last time. "do not tell me where you went. show me why you have come back." without anguish, just for a time; her bruised arms rising up and up to wend the shadow close. starlight. the whispering of dead love and roses mummified by cold green wind.