Twelve years. Verin’s been in love with Eadwulf for most of them. And now he’s running out of time. But he can’t leave Bazzoxan, not yet, and he refuses to ask Wulf, who’s already been through so fucking much, to come live in the most miserable place on Exandria for him. Not when Verin himself is already desperate to leave, something he staunchly tries to ignore most every moment he’s awake. Torn between duty, love, and the ever-moving sands of time, Verin seeks comfort in the arms of Wulf, the man that he loves, and the very source of his turmoil. What he doesn't expect is for Wulf to see him clearly and just how weak the walls around his heart are when laid bare before him.
With graduation finally behind me, I return with the Verinwulf fic I have been working on and teasing since November! Thank you to everyone who's read the snippets I've posted, I appreciate y'all so much. I hope you enjoy the finished product; I'm quite pleased with it. These two have my whole dang heart, truly.