these passing moments with you

Her laugh vibrated through his chest and he felt something inside of him lighten. He felt more free than he had in a long time. These moments. They were worth every struggle, every time consuming job and heart wrenching task. Anything to hear her laugh against him now, to feel her body fold against him with trust as he guided them across the ice and to a hult. While he held them there, just off the shoreline he heard Ignitas whisper against him. He leaned his head down, placing his head almost on her shoulder. “Me either.” He admitted lightly. But he'd been pretty sure he'd be able to stop their slide.

He felt her move against him and the ice, and he laughed lightly when he realized what had gotten her attention. A light show beneath the surface of the ice. He couldn't even begin to understand what had caused it. 

He pulled her lightly against him again and slid off, holding her between his arms, his claws on the ice before her. Guiding them slowly in a random circle across the ice, letting their touch light up the world beneath them. “I've been doing some thinking, about the Armada.” He said, voice soft against her fur, light in the crisp cold air. “I… have a terrible need to control.” He had been fighting it at every corner, but it lingered in his soul. Holding its iron claws around them both. He struggled to let go, and fought for every crumb he gave her. He did not know if she had even noticed, but this had been chewing at him for some time now. “I take you to the Hallows to ensure your bonds to me are of your own making. I take you home and give you a rank that I can control. Consort. I give you control over logistics, and I take control of your womb. Give, take. Give, take.” They slid quietly over the lake, leaving a light show in their wake. His Ignita, his dear one, who loved him enough to let him. “Break the chains, my love. Become my Queen.”

"Basilisk" | "Ignita"