Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

His concerns were certainly valid. She liked to think all of them were plagued by the rumblings of the earth and the odd events that came with. I fear we wouldn’t be safe anywhere. If not even the heavens were safe, where would be? But she couldn’t bring herself to dwell on it as she buried her face into the fur of his neck. Selfish desires burned within her to take solace in him, to take the comfort he provided and wrap herself within it. It was with care that she moved to brush her nose along his jawline wondering what she might spur within him.