Weaving Tales

Doing the little chore of preparing dinner while Sparhawk hummed and made his last preparations gave Poem an odd glimpse into the potential between them. A future where they lingered contentedly in each other’s presence. Each doing their own chore as hhis deep russian voice hung in the air. The young Destruction tried not to hurry herself along, but the thought of repeating a scene like this every day made her heart warm.

She grinned easily as his kiss as she reveled in it and his sweet words. She felt like she was on cloud nine while she was beside him. That somehow his jovial presence made up for the tragedy and sadness that plagued her life previously. ”Very happy time.” She agreed with him, leaning against his strong shoulder in a mock embrace before turning her attention to the bird. It wasn’t a huge goose, but it was plenty and then some to keep Poem content for the night. Their meal was consumed quickly, their mess cleaned up, and before she knew it she was in Sparhawk’s arms once more.

”You should go first.” She told him decisively as she melted into his embrace, a shy smile played at her dark lips. He nuzzled inot her ear and she giggled softly, he wasn’t very good at making the atmosphere scary, but she adored him for that. This was where she wanted to be, nothing else existed but their little hide away. Poem and Sparhawk. The thought brought a pleasant hum to her lips as she leaned into his affection.