Moonspear ᵐᵗᵐᵖʰ dornröschen (mtr.)

mahler was not a creature of many wants, his desires simple: organization, routine, loyalty. andraste fit none of these things, and so his need for her had become
confusing, its facets many-tiered and casting light across all of his previous thoughts of who it was existed beneath his name.
temptation — teasing. he scarcely felt that he could resist her upon the eve of their parting, but surely he must, for while she invited him into the sanctum that had burned his breath hot on her nape before, andraste was injured, delicate, inane to think that their coupling would bring much more with it besides a corporeal agony.
soon the moonbeam left off it, and mahler sheepishly descended to the earth with her, a pleasurable sensation to have the yielding angularity of andraste against him again, wended into her arms, through and through with her scent — !
”sie wissen, was sie tun,” mahler chided in a roughened tone, settling himself apart somewhat from her teasing whispers that his resolve would not so quickly weaken.
takiyok’s visage sprang to his mind; he did not dispel it, merely considered the slow turn of the proud woman’s glare through his inner eye until her countenance had faded. there were far more practical reasons to choose the winterwhite, for in his own manner he did indeed love the fierce she-wolf. it would be different with her than now, but perhaps that was best; neither of them sinking into the morass of one another.
still ... stigmata’s dream beckoned.
”ich werde dich sehr vermissen,” the gargoyle whispered down into the upreaching lips of the nightingale. ”that is how you say, ‘i vill miss u very much.’”