Two Eyes Cenote [m] claw & silt

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She watches, not touching him, and not trusting herself to speak. When his eyes go vacant something in her chest flares. Khusobek had laid himself bare upon a stone table, called for service, betrayed by someone he loved. It was abuse, the kind that alters all function. He had not deserved it. Her limbs tremble, she wishes to voice the words that can mend- but she does not know them. Eset was only inherently broken; she could not be believed because the wound to her heart was also to her mind.

Lambent eyes find the spill of red fur on the back of Khusobek’s neck and she severs the line of thought, stepping implacably into the space framed by his heavy paws and lowering her body to encircle his front.

He would be married, a sharp jealousy bore into her chest. She knew it was unfair to feel. He deserved to find peace and healing with Inji, with children and a family and shared dreams. All things wanted by their kind. All things she could never give.

And they would not be permitted to touch each other again.

Her eyes seek his face as they always had, hungrily, savoring his edges. Her mouth finds the coarse underside of his jaw, smothering the objective reality where time did not wither like a dry field in the fire created from the heat of his press.

And because it was safer to say “fuck me” than “I know how it feels”.