WEAVER
she was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
His kiss finds her jaw as he mutters about how hot it is. She rolls her eyes, though her smile is amused and content. ”You live in Torchline, you big baby,” she teases, but the fire in the hearth drops to a whisper of flame, plunging them into near darkness. She slides away from him, in need of a bath as much as he is, though she cannot be bothered and she doesn’t really care. Baths are a difficult luxury in Halo, and as such she is used to being dirty. Though with her fire magic now, it was actually not all that hard to heat the water anymore.
He adjusts them on the couch and she obliges, his back open to the air, leaving her to swelter (though she doesn't mind). She calls a small little breeze, not much, but she lets it run over his exposed back to help cool him down. And the gods thought magic was a bad thing. Ha. If only Frey saw how she used it. He tucks a strand of hair behind her head, and her amber eyes find his, though they are sleepy and unfocused now. ”Mmm, I feel as though I should be insulted that after all that, you find it necessary to tell me you are drunk,” her voice is smoky and low, a cat bathing in the sun, though she is teasing. ”But yes, I am.”
He adjusts them on the couch and she obliges, his back open to the air, leaving her to swelter (though she doesn't mind). She calls a small little breeze, not much, but she lets it run over his exposed back to help cool him down. And the gods thought magic was a bad thing. Ha. If only Frey saw how she used it. He tucks a strand of hair behind her head, and her amber eyes find his, though they are sleepy and unfocused now. ”Mmm, I feel as though I should be insulted that after all that, you find it necessary to tell me you are drunk,” her voice is smoky and low, a cat bathing in the sun, though she is teasing. ”But yes, I am.”
something to be admired from a distance
