Ouroboros Spine i am made of memories

of course i care. kivaluk says quietly, mostly to himself than to the sunking. even when he'd first expressed his desire to be husband, many moons ago before he'd even turned a full year of age, he had never imagined chickadee. or that someone like her would love him. but here she was! his sun and his moon and his stars. his very heart beating firm in his chest!

i want to be the best husband i can be to her, and the best father to our children. w-when we have them, of course. and those titles meant more to him than anything. more, even, than first hunter.

kivaluk takes a soft breath. sounds easy enough. he murmurs to the sunking's advice, even if he remembers bits and pieces of the rifts that tore his parents and family apart as a child.