Hushed Willows [m] goddess in a ruin garden

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i don't know if he can swing this so otherwise it'll be a read only but no pressure either way!

she had skirted along the coast in hopes of finding signs of erzulie's dear daughter and had only been cursed by unhelpful men.

men, good for nothing!

oh but she knew this not to be the case entirely. she thought of the pale handsome man who had haunted her dreams in the following nights. this had not been the place she had met him but she thought of how wonderful he would look here. so she tried to conjure him out of thin air, the air she breathed.

a lively, melodic howl for @Asmodeus .

even if he did not appear from such wispy summons, she would still find peace in the willows tonight.

after parting ways with the delightful jewel, asmodeus headed north at a due clip. he wanted to be back in the taiga for jorunn. he crossed the sunspire, refusing to be caught by man or beast.

he did not stop, and his reward was her again. the call was near. he found her beneath a stand of snowy willows, appearing between their sweeping, frozen leaves like she was a sylph.

"call me dionysus," asmodeus joked, but he was less than that: only a satyr, come to consume her. he stepped forward, testing her scent.

dionysus, min himmel. she sighed at him with whimsy in her tone.

a slow approach towards him, her tail swayed with the bliss of her emotions. there would be no perfume of the season on her yet but she knew it would be soon. safer to dalliance with him before then, uncertain if she would after.

hvis du bare kunne mitt morsmål. she teased in her foreign tongue, perhaps inclined to mystify him this go around and make any sort of chase more mental than physical.

nothing there. it didn't stop his desire. he grinned as she began to speak again, using the words he didn't recognize. "i'm a lot of things, doll. but i am not a linguist."

"unless you count that thing we did." he wagged his tongue at her lewdly and then clapped it back into his mouth. his muzzle sought her nape. asmodeus wanted to read the story of what jorunn had been doing. 

who she had been doing.

she laughed, light and free despite the sorrow of sapphique she had been greeted with on the coast. he was such a reprieve in these willows even if he did not know it.

so she welcomed him close, leaned her narrow face into his chest as he brushed her nape. her fur tangled with the debris of saltwater and harsh sea air. he smelled lively and alluring. how different they were but she knew how well they fit together.

will you stay for the night in the willows? she hummed as she tilted her head back to cast a sidelong gaze at him. i wish to hear your stories and tame you before we…tangle. some coy humor in her voice.

she wished to momentarily pretend he was a lifelong love before they drifted once more. tend to his unkempt coat, feed his traveling belly and tell him her own stories of mountains far from here where everyone spoke her tongue.

it was make believe moments like this that kept her wild.

initially, asmodeus was resistant. he was smooth enough not to pause for long, and opted not to decline. "i'll stay." she smelled of ocean waves and stone cliffs. "you've gone to the beach" haha without me? the serpent observed, lingering long enough to nip between her shoulderblades.

tame him. "i'll be your bucking bronco for the night," he said, cheese and lasciviousness mingling in his foolish words. asmodeus was more pleased to see jorunn than he let on. 

perhaps it was the fact they both knew it was temporary.

a bronco is better than beach. she laughed softly, as she sought to brush further into him. tangle their fur and scents together. mar the scent of saltwater and grief with his mountain musk. she did not mind if he wore the perfume of other woman, if he smelled of conquests beyond her. he was free — wild.

her bronco.

she sought to lure him away from their current spot, certain she had seen an old den somewhere around here...perhaps they could breathe new life into it.

asmodeus. he followed when jorunn moved deeper into the willows. "you have good taste." the matte glitter of his eyes rested on her for a moment, and the smile that followed did not light them.

the darker it grew, the more his face would grow into a shadow, almost reptilian aside for the glimpses of his stark white forehead. asmodeus kept close at her side, pressing a kiss here or there as he allowed her to lead on.

she would kiss him in return, the kind of affection shared with a well loved partner. they were no such thing but it warmed her all the same. filled in the crevices of her heart and washed away the grief she had absorbed from the sea mother.

she thought of the mother. she thought of the lost daughter. she thought of the unhelpful men at sea.

don't.

she would not ruin this good thing, this good moment.

the den would need to be slightly dug out from a snow drift, covered from lack of use, but it would be easier work than it looked. not to mention she was all but happy to flex muscle and work under the watchful gaze of her dionysus.

watch he did, desire drifting up from his loins to fire his veins. asmodeus stepped close to help jorunn, confidently pushing round chunks of icy snow and the occasional stone behind him.

and when it was done he encircled her with his arms and pulled her down into the wintertime den, laughing softly.

here she could possess him.

here he would be hers and only hers for a long and burning time.

maybe a fade? <3

and she would love him in the only way jorunn knew how to.

tend to his every need, preen at his nape when it was done, rinse and repeat until he had his fill — and she would indulge him more than physically. she would feed him if he so wished and tell him stories of the mountainside she used to roam.

for the moment, it was as if they were soul bound lovers, something that would fade when the next sun rose.