she's glad that the scillian queen did not give her heiress. how much would it take from her day to venture out into the passage and find lions to invite? while she has been tamed to the mannerisms and cultures of the pride, fernweh still finds some parts of it...strange. her time as the summit heiress has been shortlived, but she is glad she was able to try it.

now, she can go to any parts of the land and return to the lagoon when she's ready. it's been a long time since her heart broke. slowly, fernweh is allowing it to mend. andras is her history now, a sad and angry one that even now fernweh feels torn of. however, he's gone and she's here, collecting the broken pieces of herself and doing what she can to survive.

she may not be a collector or an experienced healer, but she knows that tinuviel's babes are just newly born and, from what she heard, are quite weak. fernweh will never know the true story behind why they are like this, for it's not her children to know. but she does want to give something back to the new queen -- as a thank you for keeping her in the lagoon. @Harou

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As the moon ascends
The wolves come out
to see the end

from the flames of the fire
i feel you crawl into my bed
throwing shapes at the sky, i watch you crying into me

Harou moves through the shadows. The darknesss settles against his masculine flesh like twisted religion. Hunger will always be imminent to the winter leviathan, the silver-haired beast. He stalks the darkness of the trees, now, his ice-cologne lingering against the sun-touched current, as whips of smouldering summer-air breeze through his long, disheveled mane. He's cold and viperine in his stealth. Invitingly masculine.

Daylight breaks the comatose stillness of the woods, wedding holy light and darkness together. Somewhere, in the gloaming distance; cicadas thrum their crisp song, and rabbits burrow in their dens, hiding away from keen, predatory eyes. As usual, it's desolate and beautifully eerie, here.

Her scent, when it comes, does little to evoke emotion against his face. The smile that touches his lips feels cold, and yet strangely welcoming. He closes the distance between them, with but a single word: "Fernweh." His voice drawls velvety against his tongue. If allowed, he'll stop a meter away from her face. His gaze settles with vindication against her sterling flesh. Her beauty, supple and muscular, rivaled only by the flashing sunlight that poured like honey against her dark skin.

There was something different about her, however.
He could not tell, entirely.
Perhaps, it was the same emptiness he felt.

@Fernweh

she does not see him at first as she's too enraptured in her thoughts and her duties to notice the beastly ghost that once haunted her body and her nightmares. it's the utterance of her own name that causes fernweh to turn, tired eyes seeing the bloody color of @Harou's gaze. the first emotion that strikes her isn't exactly fear, maybe she's beyond that now that all the tribulations and trials have been endured. it's not warmth either, for harou kindles none of those lovely feelings within her.

harou she responds back. they parted on ambiguous terms the last time they met. fernweh had been joyous for having wedded a man and she had told harou too, despite what this man stood for. have you come to laugh at me? she asked, half-wondering if he knows about what happened. words travel faster than one would expect.

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Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

He shifts his weight upon taloned toes. The black earth beneath his massive paws, thrum a velvet purr - as the dirt and worms, settle like song beneath the heft of his athletic mass. There is a coldness to his mannerisms; an emptiness - a wraith longing. Some part of him wishes to close the distance, entirely. To met @Fernweh against the hard earth. To brush his body along hers. To memorize her curves like the very first night they had met, full of lust and strange yearning.

"No," He states simply, allowing the warm air waft between them. The dust settles along his obsidian lashes. He's quiet, here, today, beneath the beams of light and shadow that descends his and her body.

fernweh wished @Harou could be worse to her. the kind of worse that gave her the perfect excuse to leave, to never come back until even his scent had left this land. yet still, harou only gave her this simple answer, not enough to turn fernweh away, not enough for her to think worse of him. she shouldn't stay in a presence of someone who had both scared and attracted her as a young girl. to her, harou was a different kind of danger, a different kind of beast from andras or any of his rike brethren. and yet, fernweh was still here. because now, harou felt different. had he always looked soft? a tamer man than the one she met with desire and blood?

she must be sick. the same sickness that caused her to bring in a wolf into her family. and, yet, fernweh just couldn't leave like she should.

then stay here with me fernweh said, in a slip of boldness. she couldn't leave, because she realized what she wanted. her desire had not been a sanctuary from the dangers that had haunted her before. the truth was that fernweh only wanted the simplicity of companionship that not even her children could give her. fate brought you here, so why not enjoy it? fernweh's eyes shone, gaze traveling the expanse of flesh on harou's face, seeking out what little emotions he could be showing.

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i'll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor
— your morgue and final resting

He cannot feel what she feels. He's numb to most things; even base desires of the flesh, now. That, too, would be treated with inescapable apathy. He feels different now; colder - brutal. More dead than dead can be.

Perhaps, he has changed afterall; changed into something more unhinged, more unpredictable. Silent dark waters before the storm. Whatever softness she sees in him must be a figment of some fantasy. Had Faolan noticed this in him, too? And when @Fernweh invites him to stay with her, Harou could only gaze back at her and blink his eyes, avian and subtle. That predatory flash of fangs and claws, still lurking hungrily, possessively, beneath his icy facade.

Maybe, his mannerisms still appeared soft, in the here and now; covered by dull sunlight and dusky smoke trails. Plumes of dust would trail his elegant features, settling quietly above his eyelashes. Her voice sounds like a sultry whisper against the breeze. One he subconciously leans into. Truth be told, as the vital piece of a god; the Heart felt lonely. But he never acknowledges his loneliness - his hunger.

Still, he cannot find the words to say to her. He cannot fully voice the complexity of his emotions. He cannot turn away from her. And so, he quietly follows her lead, and brings himself closer to Fernweh. He leans in close, brushing his lips against her lips with a soft kiss. And it's curious almost, the way he kisses her. As if learning her for the very first time.

it doesn't matter.

this wintry ghost made flesh who kisses her like he had not once tried to rip away her soul. all fernweh feels is that sweet warmth again. the sensation that andrás once instilled inside her as they traded kisses. how insulting now to think of him this way when he tried to kill her own family. and yet, fernweh bets @Harou wouldn't be any different. so she ought to leave him and severe whatever minute connection they have. run, run like the sinner she is.

fernweh blinks back tears but she stays, allowing harou's warmth to envelope her. it seeps into the recesses of her bare heart, capturing the bones of her ribs and it rips. she gasps, causing her to lurch into harou's chest. she stays there, however, muscles and bones creaking with an ache too much for a woman like her to be burdened with. fernweh isn't morrigan nor her wife talisa. so why does she feel heavy so suddenly?

harou she said. a sob and a whisper escapes her. she presses her cheek against the man's chest.

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Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

Slants of sunlight snags into the maiden's curls, dousing her delicate portrait in soft, golden fire. Harou watches as the dust motes settle upon her long eye-lashes, glinting gently against the summer sun. The hunger he feels is not the hunger of depraved men, but the feral hunger of a god, trapped in mortal, predatory flesh.

Still, for all her softness, his blood feels cold in his veins; even with the warmth of her beautiful face and trickling tears, pillowing like stolen sacrifice into the muscled thickness of his chest. His fur is stained with her silver grief, now, but he does not push her away.

He brings her, closer. Feeling her against him.
Absorbing her essence with every inhale, exhale.

It is not carnal hunger that compels Harou to stay with @Fernweh in this moment, but a sense of ancient knowing; the fragile dance between death and life. Perhaps, she is Life; in all her tenderness, and he is Death, with nothing but darkness following him. Isn't that why they had found eachother? Isn't that why he taken her maidenhood, that very first night they had met?

To taste her?

To have her?

To feel alive.

Yet every part of Harou still feels cold and undead and unfeeling now. Even so, he does not find himself pushing the maiden away despite the frozenness of his godless soul. He brings Fernweh even closer, and presses his lips into the crook of her neck. It's a tender movement, for a man as harsh and unrelenting as him.

His arm wraps for her shoulders, drawing her light into his darkness. There, he hopes to keep her safe. To hear her breathing against him.

To feel her broken heart beating next to his heart.

they never told her how warm the abyss would be. was that why some couldn't take their eyes off of it? fernweh was sure then that she too was among the throng of victims, lured by the depths of an endless blackness. except this blackness was none other than @Harou. she squeezed her eyes tight, allowing him to hold her like this. yet, that was not enough to diminish the sadness and the misfortune she had thrust upon herself. she wanted to forget, she wanted everything, from andras to the summit, to be cleansed from her body.

only he could do it without hesitation.

the tear stains darkened her pale flesh as she tipped her chin upwards, enough so that her breath could fan across harou's cheek. enough so that he could feel the warmth and the softness of her words. make me forget, harou she told him, forcing herself to become pliant. though, fernweh knew that harou needed none of that. she had already given herself to him, right when she said those words.

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Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of Sexual Themes

Trigger Warning: Sexual themes, sensuality, methaphoric content.

Her breath fans across his cheek when she looks up at him, and it tastes like misery. Misery and desire. He has never seen her this soft - this broken - and some secret part of him feels weak for it. Some part of him yearns to heal her. To feel her.

To be buried deep inside her.

He leans into her with a darker, pressing hunger; allowing himself the slow, intimate act of re-arranging her body against him. He savours her pain, her misery. And against the soft earth, in one swift movement, Harou pins @Fernweh beneath him. With her back to the floor, her thighs spread apart; and his hips pressing downward, firmly.

Hungrily.

And it's not satisfaction he feels, but perhaps, in this moment; a strange kind of sympathy. He did not wish to see her cry, to see her suffer like this. Perhaps, in some ways, he has changed. Made softer, and more intimate; in those secret moments like this, between two lovers. A love between Life and Death.

Thus, without any words, he draws her tight against him; he breathes in her scent deeply, savouring her feminine essence. His head bows above her breast. His heart begins to race in his chest - as he draws himself closer and closer - filling the space between them with his aching hunger.

Together - entwined against the earth - he yearns to fill her. To satisfy her.

To make her forget all her sorrows, with each hungry kiss of carnal passion.

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