Duskfire Glacier vashkorr

faust didn’t need to turn around to know. the weight of her gaze pressed into him like a hand against his spine, lingering.
he finished his business, shaking the last remnants of warmth from his leg before lowering it. then, without missing a beat, he muttered,
i can feel you staring.
his voice was low, unreadable, but there was something in it—something teasing, something knowing. he cast a glance over his shoulder, catching the way she grinned, that damn look on her face.
he exhaled through his nose, shaking his head before striding back toward her, slow and steady. he didn’t sit. just hovered, looming over her. waiting.