Moonstone Quarry God looks on in abject apathy [m]

With Kukutux he had been exceptionally gentle. Even when the desires overshadowed his good sense Raimo had managed not to harm her, doing everything in secret of the ulaq and the darkness of night. It was different here in this place, where everything was illuminated.

They were two shadows spot-lit by the pale quarry stone, and briefly Raimo felt as if he were more than just a simple man of basic drives. The quartz in the soil reminded him of the stars; he was quietly desperate as he climbed and grasped and pulled at the body beneath him, not wanting to let this go.

No wanting to let her go, this nameless woman. She was everything to him for as long as they were together.