Ouroboros Spine glory

yeah, kivaluk murmurs in agreement, a soft flush of heat rising in his cheeks at the unexpected bump of her shoulder against his. for a moment, his breath feathers in his throat; caught. he lets it out in a slow exhale that he hopes hides the strange heat he feels creeping down from his cheeks to his neck, causing his heart to beat a little bit harder and louder in his chest.

a soft clear of his throat, another urge to overshare.

i'm glad it made my mom happy, he said, realizing that for the first time ever he'd called her 'sakhmet' a few moments ago and was unsure how he feels about it. what it means. but, uh. i think i'm very monogamous. though technically, sakhmet had been; but that was neither here nor there.

but kivaluk had a want to devote himself to one who devoted to him. he wasn't sure his heart could take sharing his spouse with anyone else; though this was perhaps spawned from the tumultuous childhood he'd had and the leaving of both parents more than once.

mine? kivaluk chirrups the question back, answering quickly before she can reiterate. i have a den up a little bit on the spine. i like to the view of the land and the sky above.

a tribute to both his devotion as hunter and the allure of the stars ... even if he didn't truly understand them. i can show you, if you'd like?