Two Eyes Cenote pétalo

a different gift waits for him. soto hears the thunder of feet before he sees him — the girl’s guardian, smoky malevolence driving his hard features.

his offering is thrown aside. the contents unfurl like offal spilling from viscera; he has no time to lament his pains soiled by dirt before khusobek is upon him.

to fight back incites reprisal — there is a larger objective at place than his pride. soto sinks to the ground immediately, folding his limbs under his stiff ribcage and allowing the man his dominance.

pain would be soto’s smoldering torch to bear, all for the great green to spread its black fingertips wherever it lands.