Lost Creek Hollow espu[m]a

silvertongue's hesitance was not long. her silvered frame was auraed in starlight as she pulled him beneath her body, beneath the pose of her hips for a while. and for the first time all of her skill was applied in love, in wanting to meet crowfeather where he journeyed, to keep steady with him until her body burst into a million motes and knit themselves together into healing. he was her prince, though he had not wanted it. prince of shadows, prince of stars. riverclan fell away for silvertongue, and time no longer existed. it was he and she and she sent her cries to heaven for a redemption she only felt with him.