Nova Peak The rhythm of a beating, braver heart.

"nothing vould ever change how i feel for you, nyx," mahler answered swiftly, a moment of naked admission that landed his eyes to her own. "i simply vant more —" voice now trailed, but he refused to take his gaze from her own.
"you deserve more."
a breath; mahler wished to reach for the lioness, and in the next moment did, hesitantly. mouth closed to wording of all he felt, as if by speaking it to life might mislead her or betray wylla. "valk vith me?" an invitation, one nyx was welcome to forsake if she chose.