Overture Downs seekers wish

Sun Eater, then.

Her chieftain’s radiance could not be overlain. Not in this moment, nor in the many moments ahead. He knew this, and still… still! Winter’s Wake desired to be the irrevocable eclipse of her heart.

I know what you seek.

Soft, cryptic words spoken in confidence unparalleled, chilling as the snowstorm howling outside of their warm, glowing, post-coital bubble. He meant every insinuation, though he was wise to only speak the most chaste interpretation.

You seek only to sate your curiosity, my cupiditas. That is all. There was nothing untoward about that, Eden’s serpent would promise. No one else need be involved. It is innocent. Nothing to confess, or feel guilty for. What we share can be just for us.

Our little secret.