Duskfire Glacier I am the cut that ends foes—

fade!

her, the amber haze in her eyes only deepening the warmth that had already begun to spread through his chest. the roughness of her nature, the untamed wild that had drawn him to her, was there still, sharp and unyielding. but beneath it—beneath the fierce exterior—there was a vulnerability that she only allowed him to see, and that truth stirred something in him that he had no name for.
he lowered his head, his rough touch pressing against hers as he leaned into the comfort of her presence. there was an ease in the way she accepted him, as though she had found something to fight for, something worth defending. he could feel her pulse against him, the heat of her body grounding him, anchoring him in the moment.
this was not the world of blood and battle alone. this was something deeper, something both harder and softer in equal measure. the bond between them was forged in fire, and it would burn for as long as they chose to stoke it.
with a low, steady rumble of contentment, faust rested fully against her, letting the weight of the day slip from his shoulders. his body relaxed, but his mind remained sharp. there was more to this—more to them—than either of them had yet understood, but for now, in this moment, he would allow himself to rest, to feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his own.
he didn't speak, but the silence between them was heavy with the understanding of what they had become to each other. neither softer nor weaker, but undeniably stronger in their connection.