tell the wolves I'm home
The Sword had counted on the Evergreen’s persistence, her boldness, and her own love and brand of mischief for the impish machinations to settle in. And he was content to revel in their bombardments, no spite, no malice, all fun and end results leading somewhere into sensual decrees; no loss in the course of their games. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t bent or altered in the same regards before – much like in the strip poker match.
The sand contorted at his limbs and he did manage to wrinkle his nose at the alteration in terrain. It took him a moment to counter the regard, changing the manifestations back into a preferred wake of movement, and then – the wind took the towel.
It’d been a calculated endeavor and one that made him laugh all over again. The ivory fall into the sand wasn’t despaired though, finding no issue in its demise, and making no motion to put it back into place. It would’ve been a waste of time, and he wasn’t here for modesty.
Instead, he swept more earthen incantations back towards her, forming a small earthen wall between them.
The sand contorted at his limbs and he did manage to wrinkle his nose at the alteration in terrain. It took him a moment to counter the regard, changing the manifestations back into a preferred wake of movement, and then – the wind took the towel.
It’d been a calculated endeavor and one that made him laugh all over again. The ivory fall into the sand wasn’t despaired though, finding no issue in its demise, and making no motion to put it back into place. It would’ve been a waste of time, and he wasn’t here for modesty.
Instead, he swept more earthen incantations back towards her, forming a small earthen wall between them.
the ressurected sword
