Duskfire Glacier [m] diet mountain dew

song i've been listening to

even over his heavy breaths he would listen. a flick of an ear would indicate as such to lousine. delicate, delicate little star. burning so bright, so hot, that the planets would rotate around her like their own very sun. throat bobbed as she explained her choices.
did that mean she was choosing him? a stranger, a bastard, with scarred legs and tethered morality to none other than his own self-ambition. he thinks of the huntress, failed huntress, briefly, to how even she hadn't chosen him over a gruesome male. would lousine do the same? even when his heart, bursting— bursting!— to shower love.
he stepped closer when the tears fell. a magnetic pull. they streamed her delicate face, white furs turning gray, and he never wanted to see it again unless she was writhing, pulsating beneath the touch of his lips.
breath fans her cheek, hot breath, smoldering, just how his groin did. because, he moved again, nose trailing along her shoulders, her spine. you see beauty, vague.
you have much to give the world, stargirl. he? there were no gods to uplift him, only to answer the hummed prayers of his restraint held back by a thin, thin wire. i do not...want to take that from you.
head rested, forehead pushing, against her hips. nose lilting to breath in guardfurs of her underbelly. i would not be able to let you go.