The Lost Islands
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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

the ace in exile


Closer and closer… the gravity was relentless. Viđarr could feel it, the way that it acted and played on his body. That’s the thing about gravity, it never stops. The more time passed between them, the less he’s able to resist. A war raged between the reasonable part of his brain (the part that knew the value of consent and what it means to be a good man), and the less reasonable (the part that longed to reach out and hold onto the woman that he had dreamed of in his nights away.)

It seemed all at once that she was here. The shadow let go of a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, relaxing as she pressed into him. Viđarr could feel her tucked away, safe and warm beside him. She rested beneath his chin, in the hollow of his throat. The spotted woman would be able to hear (and maybe feel), the way that his heart pounded in his chest. It is pure, unadulterated tenderness that he touched the woman with. His mane draped softly over her as well, hiding her away from the world. “I’ll keep you safe, Käraste.” The words were a murmured promise, starting deep in his throat and not carrying much beyond the private moment between the pair.

Her reaction to his plea was negative, and Viđarr didn’t blame her. Instead, the shadow only hummed softly to her, doing his best to soothe and calm the raw nerves. He never wanted to leave her side again, not if he could help it. Over a year of tense watching, fleeting eye contact, and what had happened the last time had put the beloved woman in his embrace. Viđarr wasn’t going to give that up– he couldn’t. He couldn’t give her up.

The promise was not without weight. No, it was a sincerity that couldn’t be trifled with. Once committed to protecting someone, the shadow wouldn’t fall short of laying his life down for them. A protector by nature, but a protector that wasn’t afraid to put himself on the line. Viđarr feared nothing, for the sake of those that he was sworn to. “I’ll keep you safe if you let me,” the words were quiet, repeated softly, painted with Viđarr’s thick accent. If she would let him… if she would have him, he’d never let go. The long road to forgiveness was worth it.

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