Neverwinter Forest arrival

sólhárr was undone by her, as he always was. her touch, her voice, the very way she breathed life into his name—it unraveled the threads of his composure, leaving only the man beneath. she kissed him, again and again, and he received her with a reverence that bordered on desperation, as though each kiss was a piece of her soul that he could carry with him forever.

his golden eyes softened as he gazed down at her, her worshipful care drawing a quiet rumble of approval from his chest. when her voice whispered “husband,” it filled him with a pride so fierce it threatened to split him apart. she, his wife, his callyope, his everything.

you are my breath, my world, he murmured, the broken cadence of his common tongue softened by the rawness of his emotion. you tend me... as no other can.

he leaned into her touch, letting her tongue and teeth work through the tangles of his fur. her love was felt in every motion, every glance, every whispered word. sólhárr lifted a paw to rest gently against her side, a grounding touch as his head dipped to brush his nose along her cheek.

you are my hjartsláttur, he said lowly, the word rolling off his tongue like a vow. his heart beat in rhythm with hers, and he knew, in this eternal moment, that their love would carry them through all things.