Ouroboros Spine sinnigik ⍼

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the shadowhunter stalked away, and when she was sure he had truly gone, the duck let her head fall back toward the sky and felt tears slide backward along the roundness of her cheekbone. the warmth of them touched her jawline, her ear; they burned in anger and in shame. she shifted, brought her attention back to the leaves which blurred and lost their sense before her eyes.

the nine days had not healed her. they seemed to have done so for sialuk, which held greater importance for kukutux. yet her heart remained scored by a half-dozen cuts, and the rift between herself and raimo had only thrown saltwater upon them. they grieved her now with a particular pain, one of this new awareness, knowing that their union had not ended the ache that echoed within the empty places her heart held.

she had hurt him. she had hurt herself.

kuktuux gathered her greenery and retreated into the recesses of the ulaq.