Ouroboros Spine your picture as i paint it

thick emotion curls in his throat, catching in his breath.

of course. kivaluk whispers hoarsely 'round the ball of emotion lodged in his throat. all of my baby siblings will know that i love them. it wasn't even looking up to that kivaluk wanted: only that they knew him and he, them. that they knew they could come to him and he would listen or advise and protect them.

he would be here.

and when invited into her embrace he falls into it a bit harder than he meant to; craving it. not realizing how much he'd needed it.