The clock tick ticked on the mantel. The sun continued to set. The gentle summer wind wh
The clock tick ticked on the mantel. The sun continued to set. The gentle summer wind whispered on the window and Estinien tried to breathe, to move, to do anything but keep staring. But he was transfixed by the flush on his face and the something else in Aymeric’s eyes; something new and very brittle, gently rising, like a dove on the surge of a thermal or a white cloud of rainfall in the Highlands — “Estinien?” [One Midsummer Sunset] -- source link
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