Duskfire Glacier mountain bone

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There was a great conflict within him. She watched as memories flickered behind his hardened gaze like shadows cast upon cave-wall, twitching like embers, cold and harsh. His brows, strewn together. But he did not stop her touch. Did not push away her closeness. And when he spoke, it held an impossible weight, a nerve raw, exposed, vulnerable to her, and only her. And it was in this single heartbeat that she chose to be here with him, that she would give him her all, so that they may carry this impossible weight together.
Whether I like it or not, she begun, her voice hardly above a whisper. You are still mine. I am still yours, and in this moment, there were no others. Two spirits, light and dark, intertwined in some way. Their closeness was hardly for nought. A great pain was held within him. A great pain that some deep, quiet part of her mirrored. I want to know you, Uktark, she guided her nose to the furs of his neck. Reveal yourself to me. Hushed tones.
She found herself intrigued by the danger. The pain. She wished to understand it, to feel what he felt, to know what he knew. She wished for him to think the same of her. To see the lingering fury behind her gaze. The calmness that she exhibited despite. To be with eachother so wholly. A wish that, in this moment, would go unsaid, but would not be unknown for very long.