5/4/2025, 4:13 AM
he is wordless as she peppers kisses upon his jaw. the only satisfaction he gives is the soft hum from his throat. he moved to nose the current upward, sprinkling water droplets around her body. bathing her. she claimed it helped with the nausea, and he wouldn't imagine otherwise. he wasn't the one carrying a litter-load. this was a kindness he could afford. one only meant for her to witness.
as he nuzzles water further into the crevice of her shoulder, her all to thin body, he can't help but let out a chuckle of disbelief.
she pulled away from him, his touch. and that much alone had shocked him. but he had made no attempt to show it upon his features, his unreadable fucking face. that's what he had her for. the perfect little wife to express feelings for the both of them.
but he could not feel the darkness when he was with winnie.
he stepped aside, out of the river bank.
as he nuzzles water further into the crevice of her shoulder, her all to thin body, he can't help but let out a chuckle of disbelief.
my voice?he asks, already beginning to shake his head in denial.
can’t be me,he said hoarse— like split cedarwood.
she pulled away from him, his touch. and that much alone had shocked him. but he had made no attempt to show it upon his features, his unreadable fucking face. that's what he had her for. the perfect little wife to express feelings for the both of them.
i didn't... i didn't think there’d be anything left, after all this.his face broke a little more. after ameline, ancelin— their own brood crushed beneath stone. tvar and his— how much could a grown man take? his own loss of his young daughter still haunted him. a shadow of regret that followed him how the moon chases the sun.
but he could not feel the darkness when he was with winnie.
ain't gotta worry 'bout me.he soothed. mended her anxieties. that wasn't good for children.
he stepped aside, out of the river bank.
eat.