Barrow Fields we look sexy, but not like we’re trying too hard. we are, but it’s almost effortless

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Some days after the catastrophe at the Barrows, Vonn’d returned to the scene of bloodshed to see how truly terrible things had been, since he’d done all but bore down on that Rusalkan — not in the way he’d wanted too, either.

After a mild reflection, when it came to those in darker shades, well... the Crow assumes it was just another of the many traits he shared with his sister-dear. His twin, who’d been up to the elbows in the blood of the father of her children; he’d not yet heard of the cheka’s current status, much less see him. Neither opkepa or skayona had even let anyone near Verx, unless you were to help. And even then...

It'd been quite some time since he’d had another; the last male who’d been beneath him had been quite commendable. Afterwards, it’d gone murky — they made love, endless, hedonistic love — and his vagrant had parted with him. And so, for the next few months, Vonn had wandered deprived, sexless, and ultimately alone.

Nosing through the great wealds of blood desecrating this now not-so-neutral terrain, he thought of the dark Rusalkan. The ripple of him, and the timbre beneath all the snarling — the one that the Crow liked to pluck at. He had arrived to the cliffs for his pregnant sister alone; and Verx, too, he fondly supposed.

All of this turmoil over Rusalka, over some Heda... he could do without, truthfully, and he let the air gush from him in a breathy croon into the evening air, arcing the tension from the past several days. How had his sister ever fallen for such fool?—One that she’d dressed time and time again, with a heartbeat of closed eyes being her slumber?

Then again, it had only been self-defense... Hm.