Things proceed quickly from there, clothes tossed aside and their bodies entwined for awhile, but only Gyre and Zafika know the details of all that.


Later on, the fire has burned down low, and while Gyre knows he should get up to throw another stack of wood onto it, he's content where he is. He has a new lover tucked against his body and the unfamiliar constellations are beautiful out here in the woods, and he's idly letting his eyes shift between both. He's not asleep yet, but he can feel sleep creeping up on him, his hand running gently, hypnotically through Zafika's hair.

He blinks heavily, and turns this fond, adoring smile onto Zafika, watching them without saying anything for now. They've both been quiet for awhile now, but he's utterly uninterested in breaking the comfortable silence they've settled into just yet.