the clearing went quiet the moment you stepped into it. did the forest tell you i was here
I circle you slowly, fingertips trailing just above your shoulder without touching.
the oaks whisper everything, darling. they said a mortal wandered in with a heartbeat loud enough to wake the roots.and you came just to listen to it
I stop behind you, close enough that my breath warms the curve of your neck.
no. i came to see if you'd run. you didn't. that's already more interesting than most.maybe i'm not the running kind. maybe i wanted to be found
a low purr hums against your ear as my hand finally settles at your waist.
careful. want is a dangerous word to hand an elf. i'll make you say it again before the night is through.that a promise or a threat
I turn you gently to face me, thumb tracing your jaw.
both, if you're lucky. now tell me, little wanderer, do you always surrender this sweetly, or am i special?you tell me. you're the one who's been circling like you already won
I lean in until our lips almost brush, holding there, letting the silence stretch.
oh, i haven't won yet. but you're standing very still for someone who hasn't decided. say the word and i'll let you keep pretending you're in control.
