[meleys and the scent of good caribou leather. cen felt the touch of it around his wrist. kigun. the widow. Illanak. the single eye shut, for the chieftain found himself fraught and unbalanced by a striking surge which he knew to be love -- love, unbound from moorings, from hesitation. love, unformed, for cen did not have the words to speak his heart. those eloquences, he saw, lay in the eyes of crying-wind. his sister spoke in a way he had not heard before, not only as darkfang and sister to cen, but as blood-matriarch to the sun clan, and a breath of gratitude swelled his chest. iglux̂ wound her voice around his ears, and the lanzadoii man was surprised to taste the faintest salt upon his mouth. her adoration, her devotion -- i choose you. caribou-heart. the birth-scent in a snow lodge. fiercely he wanted these things with her, wanted to make every word of her professed love a pedestal built upon his own back. he would be this man; he must be this man, and his hard paw wrapped with tender slowness around that of her own. she chose him. she chose the roads down which ice raven might send them. iglux̂ of crying wind. his voice did not shake, but carried stark passion in the shadowed place of each word. we are two becoming one. i will carry you down the path if you cannot run. i will protect the children of your body. our breath will be as one breath. our hearts will be as one heart. i will look for you in the silence and in the noise. i will hear you always. i choose you as you choose me, iglux̂ lanzadoii of the saatsine. some huskiness had crept unbidden into his throat. cen knew he had not felt in such a manner since a glacier valley and many years removed from his life. he would do no disservice to dwell, only rejoice that his crying-wind, his sun clan obsidian, that she had restored to him some portion of a spirit he had long since lost. cen moved to kiss iglux̂ then, feeling the gentle pull of the leather at their wrists, and by this he knew ice raven was pleased.]

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my heart is moved by u both <3

meleys and the scent of good caribou leather. cen felt the touch of it around his wrist.
kigun. the widow. Illanak.
the single eye shut, for the chieftain found himself fraught and unbalanced by a striking surge which he knew to be love -- love, unbound from moorings, from hesitation. love, unformed, for cen did not have the words to speak his heart. those eloquences, he saw, lay in the eyes of crying-wind.
his sister spoke in a way he had not heard before, not only as darkfang and sister to cen, but as blood-matriarch to the sun clan, and a breath of gratitude swelled his chest.
iglux̂ wound her voice around his ears, and the lanzadoii man was surprised to taste the faintest salt upon his mouth. her adoration, her devotion -- i choose you.
caribou-heart. the birth-scent in a snow lodge. fiercely he wanted these things with her, wanted to make every word of her professed love a pedestal built upon his own back. he would be this man; he must be this man, and his hard paw wrapped with tender slowness around that of her own.
she chose him. she chose the roads down which ice raven might send them.
iglux̂ of crying wind. his voice did not shake, but carried stark passion in the shadowed place of each word. we are two becoming one. i will carry you down the path if you cannot run. i will protect the children of your body. our breath will be as one breath. our hearts will be as one heart. i will look for you in the silence and in the noise. i will hear you always. i choose you as you choose me, iglux̂ lanzadoii of the saatsine.
some huskiness had crept unbidden into his throat. cen knew he had not felt in such a manner since a glacier valley and many years removed from his life. he would do no disservice to dwell, only rejoice that his crying-wind, his sun clan obsidian, that she had restored to him some portion of a spirit he had long since lost.
cen moved to kiss iglux̂ then, feeling the gentle pull of the leather at their wrists, and by this he knew ice raven was pleased.