Love mends even the broken parts
As Frey's aura filled the air around the shrine, Loren's breath caught in his throat. Letting out a huff of laughter at their words, he nodded. Astra moved towards the god, draping herself over their legs. For his part, the healer watched as their finger stirred the honey. Licking his lips, he stared into their eyes.
Eyes that looked like Weaver's, just as the rest of them looked like her. Swallowing as they titled their head back, he followed the lines of their body. Heat flared through him, heat of a very different kind than his fevers from earlier in the season, and he was almost achingly hard.
"I'd like something that will help me explore the Climb." Taking deep breaths, he forced himself to meet their gaze. Reaching up a hand, he scratched under his collar, before taking off a cloak that was suddenly far too constrictive and hot.
Eyes that looked like Weaver's, just as the rest of them looked like her. Swallowing as they titled their head back, he followed the lines of their body. Heat flared through him, heat of a very different kind than his fevers from earlier in the season, and he was almost achingly hard.
"I'd like something that will help me explore the Climb." Taking deep breaths, he forced himself to meet their gaze. Reaching up a hand, he scratched under his collar, before taking off a cloak that was suddenly far too constrictive and hot.
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