Duskfire Glacier free folk

keen, sharp eyes track his movements. heavy and commanding, his stride unbroken and less burdened. she's searching for the silent claim she'd left upon his skin as he moves closer. blood that has dried, a sight that stirs something left unspoken within her. the wilding does not turn within the pool to greet him; her chin tilts upward, eyelids heavy, eyes calm. the bitter cool a stark contrast to the warmth she bathed in. her lips curl into a fleeting smirk; he would join her, by the end of the night. whether it be by his choice or by her hand.

"is that why you came?" she teases, voice lilted. playful but tranquil. neither of them are fools, and certainly not Svalla. she knows why he came. why he'd followed. but this game is too fun not to play. "for me to bare my teeth again?" a small huff of her amusement, a plume that billows upward with the steam. "lucky for you, i'm not in the mood for round two."

a lie, as there was no doubt the white sparrow could be beguiled into another fight. but it is not violence she craves tonight. finally, after the silence settles, does she turn within the waters embrace to face him.

tonight, she simply wants his company. a pleasure without pain, a peace that cannot last. 

her sigh is serenity as she drapes herself against the wall of the pool. letting the tension ink away from aching muscle. letting the warm waters clean her wounds and clear her mind. her smile, although small, was something genuine. no bite or teeth, no fire and grit. 

"there is room for two." spoken plainly, though there was a veil of wanting she often would not reveal so easily. a need for his presence without a fight that's deep seeded, but not forceful.