Moonspear ᵐᵗᵐᵖʰ dornröschen (mtr.)

inexperience; mahler fair felt himself fade into the twilit place amid life and death as she commanded the seat of all that had defined him in youth. a rare gasp rung out from dark maw; a marvel, seething with a drumbeat sensation in all parts of him, cardinal points trembling as he committed himself in full trust to andraste and her devious ministrations.
he could scarce find his breath, muscles tightening like ropes upon a ship in storm — mahler was buffeted and drawn forward, shuddering upon its very edge. no thoughts found their way into searing brainpan, nor words upon a tongue gone mute with pleasure. witchcraft, spellwork, some magick altogether unknown and unheard of.
the long ache, which is eternal, holding one shaking as like mercury the condition spreads through the broken-glass shards of a peak everlasting; he lost all of himself and forgot his devotion to impassivity as a cry writ itself upon the heavens and at last he quaked beneath her weakly, lilac eyes gone hazed and limbs heavy with the marvel of it all.