Otatso Wetlands in my rotten right hand

slim, ashen. ancelin might have called the other pretty had not the wetted nostrils brought him evidence otherwise. since his interludes with lilia, ancelin had grown into himself, sleek and hungry.
now the probing indigo eyes settled on the stranger. "hot as fuck today," ancelin noted, licking idly at the water's surface before his attention returned to the other. "you can come in. if you want."