Sheepeater Cliff [m] eighty-eighth

no worries at all! <3

he watched, he watched indeed, each interplay of emotion on the smooth face hewn from nightstone, on each flutter of her sun-washed lashes and the way her mouth too, took part in this contemplation.

"i do not think anyone knows, not innately. some come to learn it easily. for others it is difficult." his nails trailed the dip of a carved belly, resting, softening into stillness as he sought her eyes. "is that the only thing which stops you?"

suppose it ended her career; suppose her time as yaret came with a dictation. he could not exist beneath that and hoped that legend would never expect it of herself.

his smile now, Ra's light for her. "we should go back." and yet he did not stir.