Two Eyes Cenote regnum

germanicus did not wish to eat. he did not wish to lie in fine furs and be fed fine things. he did not like the eyes of akashingo upon him, least of all her own.

he was undeserving of very much and longed for the rugged demands of a wild land without a god or master.

she knew, and yet she was kind. he tucked a blueberry into his cheek and let it slowly soften, the skin loosening, the juice rushing.

the guilt made it taste of ash.

"i understand cornelius has told you my sin," he said, choosing a direct action rather than a gambit. "yet you welcome me as if nothing has changed."