Noctisardor Bypass sonnenschein

he wanted to tell her —!
it was not pride that held mahler back, only desperation to preserve these sweet moments he had lost with her, he had lost and not thought he would see again.
ciri, folded thoughtfully against him as she had been always in infancy and childhood.
the cough rose; he turned his face aside, and sighed when it had passed. "i am such an old vind bag," he joked, lilac eyes seeking her own.