Ouroboros Spine I can't breathe, this hole in my chest

i was planning on perhaps doing a visit to moontide with shikoba if you'd like an updated thread there! let me know if that works <3 last post here from me

she stays, quiet and doting as a mother does. a tender kiss to his brow and cheek, a reminder of the love that he carries from moonglow, and from his own. shikoba was growing soft these days, perhaps her younger self would be ashamed to see where the years have gone, and where the fire has seemingly gone out. but beneath the ribcage, a low smolder still remains in the chimney. she remains here, for as long as he needs. and perhaps only after he is satiated, she offers him rest and perhaps a bite to eat.