Sleepy Fox Hollow Lilac and gooseberries.

together they fought off the pall of guilty distractions; mahler held her more firmly, his egress harsher, motivated to drive the breath from both their bodies. and still andraste's face lingered, the coy, loving smile upon her lips. firmly he closed his eyes, chanted nyx' name inside his head, until her flesh became his became hers became heat and melt and 
the gargoyle nudged his crown against her hackles, experiencing the viscerality of this union, so unclouded by fey glow and sweeted words. he and she, not wolves of diapora after all, but the last clasping remnants of grimnismal.
of lycaon.
of wylla.