Tuktu Hinterlands [m] bite marks

elowen follows, near-silent as she trails after him, her heart a trembling thing in her chest. she does not speak—cannot speak—for her tongue is too thick with want, and she fears what her voice might betray should she dare to use it.

he is resisting, she can tell, though she can feel the fire in him just as keenly as she feels it in herself.

the earth hums around them, thick with the scent of wet soil and night-blooming flowers. the air is cooler here, kissed by the mist of the waterfall that trickles endlessly over dark stone. it is beautiful, untouched. a sanctuary of sorts. none of it holds her attention quite like him.

he turns to her then, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and her eyes flutter shut at the tenderness of it. she could lose herself in touch alone, in the way he speaks to her so softly despite the tempest between them.

"do you like it?"

her breath shudders as she exhales, eyes lifting to find his. "yes," she murmurs, and though she speaks of the place, her gaze betrays her—answer is for him. she likes him. the way he cares even now, even if instinct begs him otherwise. makes it special for her. it means more to her than life itself.