Firefly Glen [PHE] a kiss with a fist

"that makes her yours then," tavina murmured, head swirling with the drink as she thought of the children to whom medusa had given birth. nazli's new little ones.

four young priests, predestined for their roles.

tavina wondered if akavir had any concept of predestination or if he was content to rely up upon the other accepted thought: chance on earth before death came.

tavina hated each step they took together, for the point of being alone was not to satisfy the savior's urge of a man she barely knew. yet again the sesh recognized her own uncharitable thoughts.

stubbornly, after the camp of kvarsheim had fallen away and then that of sapphique; after he and she were alone with the distant hum of laughter and voices threading the very edge of the clearing in which they now stood, tavina cleared her throat. "here is far enough." it wasn't. 

akavir wanted to ask about eset, the sesh assumed, and waited for him to say as much.