Firefly Glen a cathedral

elowen feels his breath on her neck, the warmth of it seeping into her skin as he buries his nose in her fur once more. the feeling is soothing and intimate, a comfort she'd long for over many moons. it settles in her bones, makes her feel wanted and cherished at the same time, like she belongs here, with him.

she stays still, letting the moment linger for a beat longer. it was so simple when it’s just the two of them—no expectations, no pressure, just them. the moment doesn’t last long. his chuckle rumbles against her, and she can’t help but smile softly. the reality of what they've shared, what they’ve just agreed to, still hangs over them like a cloud. she wonders if he’s overthinking too, but she doesn’t say anything.

his words pull her from her thoughts, and she blinks up at him, catching the glint in his golden eyes as he pulls back to look at her, their noses brushing. a shiver runs down her spine, and she feels her pulse race again. soon, he says, and the promise in his voice sends a thrill through her. an ache.

when they rise and begin their walk back, the quiet of the valley surrounding them, she stays close to him, the warmth of his body brushing against hers.

she’s quiet for a long moment as he asks his question, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. the question catches her off guard. it’s unexpected, but she knows it’s genuine. her heart skips a beat, and she turns to him, her voice soft but steady as she speaks.

"yes," she says, her gaze meeting his. "you’re a strong man. a good one, when you will it. i see it in the way you look at me." she pauses for a beat, her lips curling up into an inquisitive smile. "would i make a good mother?"