Duskfire Glacier [m] diet mountain dew

multiple women for the sake of power and children.

it made lousine grimace, her face scrunched up into a disgusted pile of skin. that was one of the things that always frightened her about aging in artashat — pretty soon, she would've been expected to go out and have her first litter. take her pick of men she won't know at all and have to see them again in her children.

she wondered if her mother asked herself the same questions.

she wondered what a life outside of that would look like.

she liked the idea of soft love. the kind where you dance in the rain and never sleep more than two inches apart, the kind where you care for one another when sick. the kind where you go grey together and your twenty kids take care of you.

she wanted that with faust.

she had been silent for a while, thinking, before she muttered, yes. i... accept your courtship. but only if it's not in either of the ways we grew up with.

because i think i want something new. something better.