tell the wolves I'm home
A reel of cacophonies pierce through and slate away everything else; he rarely gave himself over to anyone or anything but he’d take this and give in return until his heart and soul ceased. Thereafter they were an unfurling sentiment of wound forms and sensuous ichor, a rumble of laughter in the midst as his mouth moved languidly down the depths of her nape, riding out the rest of the bliss, before aligning on her shoulder, kissing the salt sheen.
Ultimately though, amidst the pleasure they end up falling back to the bed, petals stuck somewhere upon sweaty skin. He casually draped her over him, parting his legs so she’d fit along thighs or hips or wherever else was deemed comfortable and content; fingers immediately sliding across her arms, down the press of her spine. A low hum started in his throat, a distant rumble of agreement, snorting at the insinuation and not defying it whatsoever. “Mm. I recall we planned on doing other things,” as a means of a joke; ignoring the sudden rumble in his stomach (calling for predilections not inclined towards lust), for taking in the afterglow. They could have eternities here too.
Ultimately though, amidst the pleasure they end up falling back to the bed, petals stuck somewhere upon sweaty skin. He casually draped her over him, parting his legs so she’d fit along thighs or hips or wherever else was deemed comfortable and content; fingers immediately sliding across her arms, down the press of her spine. A low hum started in his throat, a distant rumble of agreement, snorting at the insinuation and not defying it whatsoever. “Mm. I recall we planned on doing other things,” as a means of a joke; ignoring the sudden rumble in his stomach (calling for predilections not inclined towards lust), for taking in the afterglow. They could have eternities here too.
the ressurected sword
