2 hours ago
"when snows come, we go back." to the taiga. now his gaze remained upon morwenna, softening as he traced the outline of the cooling hide around her shoulders, a smattering of blood fringed in drying droplets.
until then, the valley remained the run of the saatsine. he wondered if she would find him there as well, and the thought filled his chest with a gentle warmth. in her voice she offered —
sun eater did not name it, only allowed their eyes to flicker in one flame before he again looked aside, pretending that the herds captured his focus in a way that was increasingly a lie.
his shoulder stung. the saatsine hunter ignored it.
until then, the valley remained the run of the saatsine. he wondered if she would find him there as well, and the thought filled his chest with a gentle warmth. in her voice she offered —
sun eater did not name it, only allowed their eyes to flicker in one flame before he again looked aside, pretending that the herds captured his focus in a way that was increasingly a lie.
his shoulder stung. the saatsine hunter ignored it.
2 hours ago
okay,morwenna murmured, her voice soft, almost inaudible. her nose dipped toward the herbs she’d gathered, working them with precision. the scent of earth and green filled the space between them, mingling with the sharp tang of blood that clung to his wound.
she leaned closer, her tongue brushing against the edges of the injury to clear away the dried crimson, tasting the metallic iron of him. her touch was careful, deliberate, the pressure of her ministrations firm yet tender.
as she worked, she let the question fall from her lips, quiet but laced with an unspoken hope.
will you come see me during the winter? on the way back.
her blue eyes flicked up, catching his briefly before settling back on the task at hand. the caribou skin rested heavily on her shoulders, but the warmth it offered felt distant compared to the quiet fire that flickered in her chest, waiting for his reply.
you were born reaching for your mother's hands,
victim of your father's plans to rule the world,
too afraid to step outside,
paranoid and petrified of what you've heard.
victim of your father's plans to rule the world,
too afraid to step outside,
paranoid and petrified of what you've heard.
1 hour ago
sun eater was unused to being touched. ice diver offered him the warmth of her brushes here and there, but the sharp aura of the saatsine man did not invite nearness. shoulder stiffened, instinctive bristling flaring hackles to life before he forced them flat, bid the tautness to flee.
fragrance of crushed herbs mingled with the metallic tang of copper on her breath. a new sensation rippled the hard skin beneath his pelt.
"yes."
he wanted to bring her back with him.
a muscle in his jaw leapt. he concentrated his will on keeping head lifted as morwenna worked over his wounding.
it was not a question. not a request. they clashed in culture and perhaps nature.
it was a moment for sun eater to admit to himself what he had refused to know.
fragrance of crushed herbs mingled with the metallic tang of copper on her breath. a new sensation rippled the hard skin beneath his pelt.
"yes."
he wanted to bring her back with him.
a muscle in his jaw leapt. he concentrated his will on keeping head lifted as morwenna worked over his wounding.
it was not a question. not a request. they clashed in culture and perhaps nature.
it was a moment for sun eater to admit to himself what he had refused to know.
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