Wapun Meadow learning that i’m deserving of love and the peaceful heart

the slurry of her heartbeat in the great vein pinned beneath his tongue,
a bell tolling.
merrick closed his eyes and burrowed against the warmth of her; for all the pressure of his jaws, he might well have been suckling again.
thudding; her chest against his.
remake me
his flamewrought gaze reopened, begged this of her as the flat glitter of terror in indra’s eyes began to soften, give way to a haze, a plane where he could not follow.
merrick had no more tears; he shuddered breathlessly against her limp body as she began the last abandonment, and hoped with a zealot’s fire that her departure would at long last lift the shroud from his mortal self.
mother.
child.
peace.