Inventober II: another 31 ✨fantasy✨ inventory prompts to draw! Attempt them all or pick those which call to you. Start from 1 or roll 3d10 and proceed from there. Safe travels and good tidings upon you, adventurer! 🌿 Be sure to tag #inventober if you draw any. :-)
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“Shh,” Theon soothed, as Sansa keened in her sleep.
She was restless and uncertain, her arms wrapped around his abdomen and her cold nose pressed against his chest. She was unused to a pallet, even one hardly stuffed with straw; previously only using hard rocks and piles of leaves, and moss for her bed.
His fingers drew across her skin, from the curve of her shoulder to her exposed collarbone. Theon swallowed thickly, aching with desire. His mating gland was inflamed and raw, as he dragged his jagged fingernails across it.
She isn’t yours...
(Just posted chapter two of my theonsa fic, ‘Fluttering Leaves’! Prompted by Day 8 of Inventober: Map (@girlandgeese). I hope you enjoy it! 🤍💙)