Two Eyes Cenote comedy

he watches, he stays. steady and patient. prepared to help remove any needles if she asked but otherwise he has found himself occupied by pale-pink petals.

he cannot grind them as fine as a medic might, but he feels content with this work. a small taste of the pale petals. he thinks he remembers this one. yet he was not content to make such a call.

olive eyes looked back to her, where she now claimed a cactus flower. there is something close to warmth on his face. preserve that one for yourself. that way it may always remind you of your devotion, too.