The Sentinels godspeed on the devil's thunder

;)

while he loved blue willow undoubtedly, and would not leave her, or remove her from his side, lasher knew and acted upon the idea that love was not a finite resource, to be measured and guarded diligently, and kept from others. the girl blossomed with awareness, and not for the first time did lasher beam upon her, for now they were bonded in this knowingness. a virgin's blush heated her features; aria looked chastely upon the ground, and within his breast did the druid's heart wrench at the complete loveliness of the gesture. 

she lifted her angelic face to him the -- the silver-ice of her gaze met the murkwater level of his own -- and there followed a moment quite suspended in time, wherein lasher let the hot flush spread from the place of contact through his veins, and followed suit, pressing his lips against her own cheek in return. how he wished to dally! to pursue the motion with a kiss, or series of them, salacious little soldiers sent to scale the proud curve of her throat -- but he lingered only one moment longer than he should have, pulling away with a pointed look in her eyes before he faced ahead and willed his soul to calm itself as they continued to walk.