Moonstone Quarry Won’t you show me how to dance forever

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he had not stirred at first. not when she slipped from beneath the weight of his limb, nor when her paw skimmed the curve of his chest. his dreams had been thick with the scent of her, his body slack and warm in the aftermath of what they had become.
but when the sun broke stronger across the quarry and the place where she’d been turned cool, solharr blinked awake.
he rose slowly—less the mighty harbinger of war, and more man undone by the memory of her lips, the way she had whispered his name when all the world had gone quiet. the space smelled of her, golden and sweet, and he breathed deep, wanting it to coat his lungs.
but it was not the scent that drew him next. it was movement.
beyond the entrance, her figure turned and spun beneath the pale reach of morning—flame and wind and goddess. his woman. his. the quartz light caught in her pelt, tossing it like riverglass, and the way her body moved stirred something in him that went beyond want. reverence. awe.
he stepped from the den, quiet, his eyes never leaving her.
i thought the sun had chosen to rise early, he rumbled, voice hoarse with sleep. but it was only you.
he came to her, still drowsy but smiling now, eyes glowing with adoration. he did not interrupt her dance—only watched, as if bearing witness to something sacred. and when her feet finally slowed, he murmured gently,
how could any god see you and not bow?