“A ship can never truly love an anchor.” dude shut up. a ship without an anchor gets dashed against the rocks. it’s useless, completely at the whim of the currents. a ship loves an anchor so much it carries it everywhere it goes. the anchor gives the ship the world to love. dude.
Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya Book: Blades of Light and Shadow Word Count:~500 Rating:General (no warnings)
Synopsis: Daenarya is cold and is more than happy to take advantage of Mal’s natural warmth. This is part of my “a Hand to Hold” series.
Golden yellow embers drifted up, away from the fire below, into the night, kissing the darkness that fell around them. The low crackle of the blaze lulled her closer to sleep.
The heat of the flames should have been enough to warm her, but it wasn’t. Not tonight. Not with the cold, damp earth beneath her. Not with the crisp air left behind from the spring rain earlier in the day.
A chill crept up her spine, her body shivering in reply. Daenarya ran her hands up and down her thighs, searching for warmth. But, it was no use. Her body continued to tremble as a light breeze swept through their camp.
