Two Eyes Cenote [m] claw & silt

"i did it to myself." her softness was honey; he wanted fire, and yet he softened beneath it. for her. 

he reached for eset in turn, roving in the eternal search for the heat of her lancing affection; he could not bring this part of himself to any marriage, for he had long realized it belonged to her.

his anger was glass, and she a glassmaker who sculpted khusobek into even temporary peace.