Bitterroot Valley ✢ And his eyes all over me

big eyes

sega’s breath left him in a soft sound—half laugh, half sigh—as she asked. he lifted his head, the gold in his eyes flickering with something she couldn’t quite name.

you say… he began, his voice low and rough with that familiar cadence, ma’ava ni. each word drawn slow so she could catch it. he repeated it once more, the rumble of his chest carrying the meaning gently toward her. that mean… i missed you.

his gaze lingered a little too long, and then his mouth curved—just a touch. something almost playful, almost testing.

he leaned a fraction closer, voice dipping to a murmur, quiet as breath over frost.

ma’ tsáava ni?

the question hummed in the air between them, a spark wrapped in snow. and though he said nothing of what it meant, the glint in his golden eyes told her enough to wonder.