Nova Peak Wēkenben

neverrr <3

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her voice soothed. though once more the words were not grasped, their gist was more than clear: ayovi meant to be a balm. her soft tongue smoothed a proverbial salve over the hurt places inside skorpa which chafed with disuse and ached in want.

ironically, he felt that if the gods themselves made his mouth worth something that very next morn, he would not have been able to speak. regvnand still made jerky of him, stretching skorpa with shock and surprise until he was tied in speech.

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a time of fire. a second of ease. his arms shifted in languid response to ayovi, to the way she drew his face to her own and transfixed him anew with this show of trusting love. an inhale filled skorpa with her essence.

he found himself unbalanced by the surging of sheer affection which spiraled goldline out to all of his limbs and arteries. "hjerte," he gave in translation, covering for the dozenth time her touch with his own. his voice held the roughened smoke of his own emotion, which he sought to dispel by kissing ayovi. his turn. "mund," mouth, demonstrating another time with deliberate slowness.

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