Two Eyes Cenote Echis

Everything was shifting so rapidly. The bend of Eset’s arms flex over Tavina, finding the solid familiarity of her embrace. When her head is made to turn, her eyes open and she meets the depths of her violet gaze. Tavina sees something in her, but no sooner than the old hope blooms it is cut again into the selfsame mark.

She forces a nod, because it is what she had wanted. Because it crumbles her to see the overwhelming look in the Sesh’s eyes and know she had put it there.

“I’m sorry,” the apology that bears out of her throat is fragile as her eyes cast down between them. She could not afford to be this way. She hated this weakness; she hated for Tavina to see it.