Blackfoot Forest [m] only devils left

Another distraction! This one a thousandfold more potent than the last.

Winter’s Wake followed its wreathing scent beneath the snowy boughs, shading his thoughts to a singular focus. Little else need matter in this moment; memories and intentions were cleared away to make space for this new object.

And desire pooled low in his belly when he saw her: long-limbed, dark-hooded, bronze-touched.

A conquest irrefutable, capturing him by sight alone.

Trying to ice away the flames? He called out to the wading figure, teasing.