Moonspear you win or you die

He smiled again, this time thin as she brought forward her counterpoint. Yes, those howls had once been shrill and out of tune, but now they had grown and held power in them. Dirge too felt many of the things that she did in depth, though he hadn't quite placed a name to the emotions that welled in those moments. This was not the path in life that he had envisioned taking, not at all in the slightest, but there was a contentness in it.

As she pressed into him, he let the moment exist in silence.

It was another sort of feeling that stirred there, something almost there to ruin any sort of idyllic thread that she hung onto. So close to him and keenly aware of how alone they were in the shaded wood, desire pulled at the chords of his heart and set actions into motion. It was a telegraphed practice in gentility, in every caress and feverish touch, and he made his intentions well known to her.