Swiftcurrent Creek nuevo

She wove an intricate image—he did not delve further to her words, though he wished to. Should she desire to share with him, she could—but he was not here to get attached, and as she shifted, arching against him like a cat, instinctively, the shadowrunner tested her against him, knowing full well that while he may have drowned once before, there was a very real chance he could do so again in her.

“Oh, good,” he huffed out, mouthing at her ear as he whispered to her, hoping to instill some humor. “I’m afraid I don’t know how to mold a queen… if I did, I’m sure the she-wolves would be lined up for days.”

“But I think we can make sure none dare to cross you,” he mused, pulling back now, away from her touch and warmth. His gait was swift, his movement languid. “Let’s spar,” he offered, his tone gruff, his gaze careful upon her.