Duskfire Glacier [m] Oomemē

fading <3

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in wonder he watched. for the company of women he had fought, won, bartered, and paid. by nature he was cruel and by physicality he was rough, yet managed with those fairer to become rough without cruelty.

but this — there was no currency in which he knew a name. she chose it; she chose him and he wondered again at her wildness, his body tensing and muscles eased once more as ayovi explored his shaggy tapestries.

untamed as rain. unbound as storm. now she consumed him, and he held and held the straining rein of control until it snapped from his own bit.

its ends flew; skorpa caught her in his arms and drew regnvand to where he might feel the beat of her heart near his own.

again; gladly recaptured, a softer dance as if cold seawater lapped around them. her scent wove in and out of his own and he was gentle as the brush of new velvet leaves.

then at last, they slept, and skorpa did not think a sweeter slumber he had ever tasted.

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