Literature
In Favor of You
The realization sank in as his fingertips groped for the knot to the sash at his wrist. A habitual enforcement of security, as he would always proceed to tighten it upon touching it to ensure it would not come loose and be tugged away with the wind. This time, his fingers met nothing but the cold iron of his gauntlet, and the shock froze him in place to stare, bewildered, at his arm. The rain came plundering down, clapping against stone, cloth, and skin. But all thoughts of its chill moisture were long lost, drowned by a new and desperate need. He turned back, scanning his eyes across everything as he followed the gho