Two Eyes Cenote In Heavy Mist, In Glitter Dust

Thank you for your patience. Something short to get things rolling. <3

He had to have been dreaming. Perhaps he was still in the pass, dehydrated or stricken by heatstroke. None of this could have been real.

The nightmare was growing.

From Machi's side Rooke watched the man with wide eyes. The opalescent gaze focused elsewhere, the tension that set the man's ivory jaw poured into the air. It pulled at the hair along Rooke's spine. Breath caught in his chest, Rooke fell quiet.

Entering the chamber, Rooke lowered his head as Machi turned to him. Sweet brown eyes flicking between Machi's. Unease—guilt—turning in his stomach. He never wanted to cause his friend trouble.

What do you want me to do?