Sunspire Mountains all the butterflies have turned to vultures in my stomach

"i'm disappointed by you, gentle sylph~" she trilled after him as she parted, legs churning in a hesitant stride. he had asked to live with her and she had said no, and meant it.

he would fare well with the saints, lest they were all lechers— she had given him an opportunity, a buoy to float upon. 

she'd never said no to fucking.

but he was, after all, mere a maiden fair, and her question had been answered: he could not handle a woman of her persuasian. riley's virginity was a lychgate coveting the soft-willed, jejune palm of a girl, giggling as she picked the lock. 

"apologize to yourself, and your cock as well, perhaps," she added afterwards, thoughtful, having stopped on a slope to hear his self-pitying quacks, before continuing on.