[ His gaze snaps over to her face, then to their hands when she brings his forward. Snow falls onto his palms, where it lingers for a fleeting moment before melting against his body heat. He can catch them, though only for so long—and that's how it should be with all things in the mortal realm. Somnus curls his fingers into his palm, forming a loose fist.
That's how it should be, and so he'll do whatever is necessary to make it happen. She, too, must understand. He turns his attention to the artificial desire swelling in his heart. ]
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That's how it should be, and so he'll do whatever is necessary to make it happen. She, too, must understand. He turns his attention to the artificial desire swelling in his heart. ]
The temple calls to us.