Dahozhoni Meadow Correr

I'd just be lost without you, Ebony...

 

When he had finished with her, he stretched himself out at her side. The ease of his muscles after such a thing was incomparable. It was as though she sucked the very tension from his limbs, from his back, from his chest. She was an ugly little thing. At least she was good about it. 

While Juárez prepared her reward, he glanced toward the fallen star with a bloody stare. 

¿Qué crees que pasa cuando no consigues la hierba verde? his voice rasped in question to her.