"You, I want you," she gasps, her own capacity for words fleeing. The energy weaving through the space expands and expands as they close in on their release, then contracts as they fall over the edge together, ecstatic cries mingling.
She'll get around to preparing the Rod of the Sun in a minute, just needs to catch her breath.
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Date: 2024-06-26 12:25 pm (UTC)She'll get around to preparing the Rod of the Sun in a minute, just needs to catch her breath.