Hushed Willows [m] Takes his mask off and lulls his head

he knew.
they'd talked about it, yes; she'd spoken to a woman named kukutux about how to prepare. they'd imagined it together, what it would be like to have sons and daughters; to watch them as they take their first breaths, to see them morph and change, to see reverie's tufted face upon new souls. to hear her laugh in a new voice.
he wanted it with every fiber of his being. he ached for it. but he wondered, sometimes, if she doubted it.
but now, there was no more time to question it.
he hadn't expected for the time to come so soon, and yet he knew it as soon as his eyes fluttered open, the change in the sky from pink to blue. his gut churned with a familiar want, and yet it blossomed into something new — something raw and instinctual.
he did not greet her with words. there's a shift in his gaze as she floods his vision — are you sure? — because what succeeded their actions now could not be undone. this was different.