Cordelia
Of course it was Cordelia. He moved swiftly, catching her by surprise with a swoop under her belly that had her feet leaving the ground, a yip catching in her throat. It took nothing for her to shift, flailing for only a moment before she was coming down on top of him, knife drawn and the blade kissing his throat moments later as her legs came around his waist. Her free hand fisted his hair, drawing his head back to bare his throat to the steel of her blade, a growl sounding in his ear. "That wasn't very nice, ástin mín." The old language rolling off her tongue in a purr even as she readied herself for the attack that was surely coming from him.
Anticipation and heat already thrumming low in her belly as she waited with baited breath, muscles coiled, and heart hammering against his back as she clung to him.
Anticipation and heat already thrumming low in her belly as she waited with baited breath, muscles coiled, and heart hammering against his back as she clung to him.
'Cause darling, it was good // Never looking down
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
