Her smile as he fully sheathes himself in her is proud and slightly smug. "Just like that, Skellig. My clever darling," she purrs.
Violet is creeping into her irises, faintly glowing. A color he knows well. (The most precious resource his tribe trades with is a mushroom just that color that grows only in the darkest and most secret places of the forest. With the Goddess so angry of late, none but Skellig have dared to gather it. Those places like a wonderful secret between himself and the Goddess.)
She looks up at him, unconsciously licks her lips, her eyes dark with want and desire. (So kind, so strong, so clever, so lovely, is her Skellig.) "Such a wonder you are, my dear, and you're all mine." There's the slightest hint of a growl in her voice.
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Date: 2024-08-06 11:37 am (UTC)Violet is creeping into her irises, faintly glowing. A color he knows well. (The most precious resource his tribe trades with is a mushroom just that color that grows only in the darkest and most secret places of the forest. With the Goddess so angry of late, none but Skellig have dared to gather it. Those places like a wonderful secret between himself and the Goddess.)
She looks up at him, unconsciously licks her lips, her eyes dark with want and desire. (So kind, so strong, so clever, so lovely, is her Skellig.) "Such a wonder you are, my dear, and you're all mine." There's the slightest hint of a growl in her voice.