Lake Rodney Sailor Song

700 ahhhh!

“Tavina.”

She liquifies. She liked to have the doctor’s name in her mouth. There is such a cleanness to it. A goodness.

Affection had always been a paltry, meek thing. It was operatic. Procedural. Her own desire felt wrong. It wasn’t easy for her. Often she felt confused. Envious. They had both survived the Gods' cruel machinations, and after all Tavina had endured, she was the stronger one.

Eset feels her pulse, loud in her head. Tavina was married before, but the coy had never know an intimacy as this.

“Would you tell me about your lovers?” She asks, half to be distracted from where her body longs to be.