Stone Circle einn

If you have time <33

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This morning through the opened denmouth of Tréheim the sun filters in a crystal cast on the sleeping figure at her side. She watches the duet of light and shadow across his chestnut curls, listens to the oscillation of steady breaths amid the early croon of a mourning dove pair. Peaceful. She settles her jaw across his shoulders and forces closed her eyes, aligning her inhales with his. Maybe in willing it, they can stay like this forever.

Only…

“@Skáld,” she stirs him softly with a whisper then kiss across the bridge of his nose.