Firestone Hot Springs [m] newly

yus!

sólhárr leaned into her, the golden blaze of his single eye softening to molten warmth as her kisses found him. her breath against his fur, her touch upon his skin—each one felt like the forging of something ancient and unyielding.

his love was not fragile, but he was gentle. it was the roar of a storm against cliffs, the unrelenting fire that melted steel to shape swords. she welcomed him, and he answered with reverence, with power, with everything that he was.

his calloused lips sought hers, a silent promise spoken through the press of their bodies. the woods around them seemed to hold its breath, the trees witnesses to their union, the earth beneath them thrumming with life.

they were creators now, bound by a devotion that ran as deep as the roots of the mountains. their love a hymn sung to máni, to the gods of the moon and earth, their future etched into the stars above.

and as the night deepened, forneskja held its king and queen in its embrace, their shadows melting into one as the world turned quiet.