Ouroboros Spine The time I knew what happiness was

kukutux felt her mouth well metallic as teethtips snipped into her own jawline; raimo's words had engendered a sinking morass of emotion within her still-raw spirit. she wished to say it was for the good of moonglow; she wished to assure him of his place in their land. all words. only words. empty words.

she found that she had nothing. "it is a wife he wants. i cannot be that. it does not matter what happens when the — when i am malikatâk." unwilling to pine for his touch while he continued to withhold it, kukutux pushed herself upright, staring at the tense arch of a throat she had kissed a dozen times.

the moon began to turn away.