Duskfire Glacier lluvia

faust did not stop her—not yet.
the quiet smirk that played at the edge of his mouth was neither amused nor wounded, but somewhere in between. she had a sharp tongue, and he didn’t mind the sting—it was almost welcome. her words held truth. no wife, no woman’s scent on him, no warm shadow trailing after his steps. darukaal knew him as their kaan, but not as a husband. not as a man who belonged to anyone.
you’re right, he admitted, low and level as her paws turned to leave. i have no wife.
his voice followed her, calm as a frozen lake, but beneath the surface… something stirred.
but don’t mistake that for absence.
he let the words hang, like breath in cold air, then added, i do not allow you anything, silvertongue. you wear those furs because you choose to. same way you choose to speak like that. a beat passed. i don't mind it.
and then—gently, almost teasingly—he added, ice melts, eventually.
he did not stop her.
but his eyes followed, sharp and thoughtful, until the stone swallowed her path.