Two Eyes Cenote beryllium

“Tavina?” Her name comes from her lips in the softest whisper, the wet flicker in her sesh’s eyes sending a chill down her spine. It is a look she knows, one she’s seen before, and still it robs her lungs of breath.

To never have answers- abandoned to wonder. That was fate worse than death, Eset believed then.

“I’m here,” her voice cracks, temper seething with anxiety. She swiftly draws her arms over Tavina’s back, gathering her close into the space of her chest. She sought to be everything Tavina was to her, the constant she so hopelessly needed. A kiss is pressed to her shoulder as she melds them together, but into the velvet wisps of her neck a voice quivers.

“I- I’m scared for you.”