[He cradles her in his arms, a hand sliding through her long hair to rest at her nape, fingers twining in the soft strands. He can't help the little loving murmur those gentle fingers in his own hair drags out of him and just scoops her up in his arms without breaking the kiss. He want to memorize the way she feels, the ways she sounds, the scent of her skin, he won't have long with her even by mortal standards and he plans on making this year count.]
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