Silver Storm

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He digresses, asking no such thing of her, not begging her return to Valhalla, not begging her life be signed over to their siblings, and while, he holds love for Chrysanthe and Epiphron, and would turn away harm that came their way, he knows that beneath their reign, himself and Eos; they are condemned to something lesser. Something that dares to bind their strength and their passion. His caress, his rough touch upon her, daunting and in the same breath filled with wanton lust, his desires fester, and his jaws do part to speak to her, "Would I requite something so absurd of you? Would I dare place you beneath another's rule, surely you think me wiser than that," He was aware that she should, and in his seething enticement, his audacity he attempts to smother her in his prolonged and unacceptable ardor, "Should something?" he begs an answer of her, and yet, it grows hypothetical, and arguably rhetorical, "Eos, you brew in this mind, do you realize your power? our power,"