Meadowlark Prairie codeine scene

roan stayed still as she came closer, his breath a steady rhythm in the cold air. her touch was unexpected but not unwelcome; her words hung between them, soft and undecided, like the snow that refused to settle. he did not move to pull away, his head tilting slightly as her warmth pressed into his.

hm, was all he gave, low and rumbling, his golden eyes watching her without judgment, but not without weight. she was not leaving. not yet.

he let her linger, let the silence stretch. then, slowly, he shifted, pulling his head away just enough to look at her fully, the faintest flicker of something in his gaze—understanding, perhaps. it wasn’t sympathy, though. roan had little use for such things.

stay, then, he muttered finally, his tone neutral, almost dismissive. but he didn’t move away from her entirely, didn’t break the moment completely. there was no need to say more.