Lake Rodney i will fly

kharybdis' heart keeps an unsteady rhythm in his chest; straining and thrumming against its prison of bone and flesh. his breath stutters, catching within his throat as she draws nearer and nearer, exploring beyond his jaw to his shoulder to where he feels the rest of her crown against it. entranced, he thinks at how no one had touched him like that. how no one has inspired the race of his heart, the stutter of his breath before. in titan spires such interactions was limited to the season of conception ...and even then he'd always been too young to participate.

and too focused on his next conquest for the glory of the spire to care.

her own shoulder is within touching distance. a slight shift of his muzzle and his breath stirs the wispy hairs there. kharybdis wars with himself: between wanting to reach out that fragment of a distance and kiss her shoulder ...but knows that such an offense in titan spire would leave him punished. c-can i...? he breaks his silence, feeling a small thrill that he'd broken the first rule for males of the spire —

...but it occurs to him that he was not in the spire anymore and perhaps it was time for the furie to break the bonds of the spire and become the leviathan he was named for; the one that he can feel within stirring from it's long, forced slumber.