Deepwood Weald [m] one for the money

atka left, and dreven followed. there was a hope that someday the scars, the memories, and the flames would all fall to ashes and she would be the smoke that came after; she would be kind to what his past left of him. he was broken, but wholly loved. 

at his footsteps behind her, atka could feel an all-consuming affection and even though that space was shared with an all-consuming grief, she was okay. she was okay with that shared space. atka came to stop, slow turning to face him with flattened ears and her head low. to ease the usual shyness that pricked at her under his eyes, she'd pressed her head to his chest.

❝i know what i want.❞ she whispered, letting those words rest before continuing. ❝but dreven what do you want?❞

could his heart bear the consequences of her need? atka knew her heart would always bear his.