Lost Creek Hollow [m] still water

morwenna fell into his touches, her soft laughter like a ripple over still waters, rising and fading against the weight of his arm as it drew her close. her eyes glimmered with something unspoken, a quiet surrender to the charade they shared—one she let herself believe in, if only for now.

already you need? she teased gently, her voice lilting, her smile curving against the warmth of his chest. her head tilted back slightly, her gaze tracing the sharp planes of his face, lingering on the way his single eye softened for her, if only just. then i suppose you are fortunate i am here.

she nestled closer, her breath warm against his fur, but there was an edge of amusement in her movements, a playfulness that danced between sincerity and her own private thoughts. this was not the woman she had been—not the mother who had once sung songs of life and loss, not the matriarch who had buried her dreams beneath cold earth. this was morwenna reborn, whatever that might mean.

if caribou speak, she murmured softly, her lips brushing the edge of his jaw, i will listen. her words fell like a promise, though she wondered if it was one she could keep.

her laughter faded into quiet as she let herself melt into his embrace, her body yielding to the warmth of his hold. for now, she would not dwell on the things unspoken, the pasts untold. for now, she would let herself be his, and he hers.

fade and something new hehe?