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⏾⋆.˚ PEARLESCENT moonlight spilled through the fractals of the tree line, leaving silver patches that illuminated the grass. The tears of Selûne glimmered like jewels in the sky, but Bram paid no attention to them. Not tonight.
He was restless, the exercises he completed doing nothing to expel the energy pent up deep inside of him. The fledgling cleric felt like a bowstring pulled too taut, only a little more tension was all that was needed to make him snap.
Bram's body was dewy with sweat as he sprawled along the grass. His chest heaved lightly, but it did nothing to cool him off. It was moments like these where he hated trying to be good. In a past life, he would tangle with a willing body until the sun rose and they were far too tired to give it another go.
Now, he did countless pushups and sit-ups in an attempt to run himself ragged. All to no avail.
Oh, how he longed to be corrupted again.
