Two Eyes Cenote [M] A call from Olympus, ringing off the hook

It was a rather dangerous game of chicken he was engaging in with the jackdaw, but one that might be useful to pursue. He understood her intention and knew the answer immediately, but there was a pause before he replied, a thoughtful hmm reverberating in his throat as he looked down to meet moon-glass eyes.

The fair head fell to rest languidly upon dove-white paws, his nose mere inches from her own. Preferred that you bit off my head? A breath of her scent, spiced and warm. I'm afraid I've grown rather attached to it, he responded with a sigh. If she would play along, then he would not be the first to bow out.