Two Eyes Cenote lotus & lyre

he wanted to tell her.

he did not. he held the warmth of her hand gently in his own and made it enough; he asked no more; he surrendered himself to that single contact and tried to force his skin into forgetting the feel of the monster's teeth.

"you will not let him go." his voice was hushed but controlled; he dared not lead her or anyone to ask. "do you care what is done to him?"

he asked for violence; he asked for murder; he lay these in hushed sonnets at her feet, their ink still glistening, asking that eset seal each with her edict, or burn them all wholesale.

he submitted.