Two Eyes Cenote [m] claw & silt

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khusobek could not have forsaken eset, not for a moment. he knew this was the last time in the way she stepped toward him, enfolded herself between his forearms until she was the lithe curve of hip and a breath that caught him afire, kindling in a broad field.

time had no existence, nor pain, nor sorrow; she drank it all from him, a reliquary which pulsed in soft pink and held all the tattered ventings of what khusobek was able to feel.

the drive of anger, the draw of rage, the tangle of his halting breath against the side of her throat.

but it was not only darkness which poured from khusobek; it was the crystal-locked pierce of the only thing he might ever feel which touched affection, the warped shape of his love.

the crocodile, unmade, remade, Set if it had been Eset to repair him, if Osiris had been the one forgotten.