No more breaths were exchanged, because neither of them breathed. The scarred moon hung above them. Its light fell softly upon blushing cheeks, softly on the strand of hair that clung to Fairhrim’s lip. Her gaze was darkly brilliant. The wind sent dry lavender petals around them like chaff.
So random??? Like is this yearning if one day you just stare at each others lips for no reason???
