tell the wolves I'm home
It hadn’t been a doubt in her sincerity, but he laughed for it anyway. Fully aware of the temptations, and resisting his own, he puttered onward, already giving way to conjuring notions and images in his head for later opportunities. Upon snagging his way into the bathroom, he tossed her a robe he’d long-since created from there, before closing the door and adhering to all other necessities.
Through an impressive haste and ample reasons for doing so, he eventually re-emerged clean, wet, untangling threads of long hair, with only a towel around his waist for the barest portion of modesties. The aroma of the pancakes, and Evie herself, were wondrous lures, and eventually he wound his way to glance over her shoulder, intentionally dripping water and mouth purposefully pointed along the juncture of her nape. “Your turn,” a rumble thereafter, slipping away only to find the chocolate chips and eye the stack of made-components. “Do you want to eat these inside or outside?”
Through an impressive haste and ample reasons for doing so, he eventually re-emerged clean, wet, untangling threads of long hair, with only a towel around his waist for the barest portion of modesties. The aroma of the pancakes, and Evie herself, were wondrous lures, and eventually he wound his way to glance over her shoulder, intentionally dripping water and mouth purposefully pointed along the juncture of her nape. “Your turn,” a rumble thereafter, slipping away only to find the chocolate chips and eye the stack of made-components. “Do you want to eat these inside or outside?”
the ressurected sword
