Neverwinter Forest Some would sing and some would scream

her weight against him felt featherlight. his muscles beneath her body where stricken with years of hardening, rugged conditioning— all for it to mean something in this moment. to have her feel protected, an inkling of her melting into his furs even further.

and her given name had been callyope. he knew it'd be difficult for him to pronounce, so he swallowed. then, by a saving miracle of freya, she read his soul better than anyone.  kaljóf is...most direct.

he could think of others that could be special. are special. just for her. elska. he breathed, beloved, but also offered her others to pick from. though, that had been his favorite.

minn litla sæta, he murmured, voice deep yet softened just for her. my little sweet one. he let the words settle, carrying his warmth and reverence as he held her close, his nose brushing against her crown in a silent vow, a promise to keep her safe by his side. dýrliga. darling.