Two Eyes Cenote pétalo

more murmured conversation. soto’s gaze passes questioningly from woman to man. eset leaves, and it’s just khusobek and soto now. 

he presses forward, gibbous yellow eyes leering as khusobek speaks his name. he senses — tastes even — the bristling malice of the basilisk and his hungry gaze communicates bring it, puta.

adios, khusobek. soto croons, blowing the guard a kiss before settling back into the reaching black of his prison.