I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
He is here, of course. He lingers, waiting, watching, teaching. He has so many to teach. Some days he wonders how he shall find the time. But he will, because this is his calling.
They arrive and a slow smile curves his lips. He does not come immediately (he is a busy man after all), but when he finally he does, he approaches with a purposeful stride and blackened skin aflame. He rarely bothers to remember names (they are all so similar after all), but he remembers hers. She had not flinched from his touch. He remembers those who do not flinch.
”G’ren.” He growls the name in a low voice, his bland eyes focused. He is pleased, but he does not betray it. He slips alongside her in a slow, smooth motion, brushing his burning skin against hers. His muzzle skims along her back, her shoulder, her neck, before place a light, almost tender kiss behind her ear. Or, it might have been tender were it not tempered by the burning of his skin against hers.
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie