"You must come to my forge sometime," he murmurs, closing his eyes, "in the land of fire. A good fire to keep the frost at bay no matter how cold the rest of the world may be..."
Or her world. He isn't sure whether even the primal fire of his world could thaw the ice in hers, but it might make her warm for a while.
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Date: 2010-07-26 02:30 am (UTC)Or her world. He isn't sure whether even the primal fire of his world could thaw the ice in hers, but it might make her warm for a while.