Two Eyes Cenote i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired

she holds him closer and meseba relishes in this proximity to her. it is the opposite of what he expects her to do, admittedly; but he takes this moment cradling it close to his chest where it nests against his heart. it might be the only moment like this and meseba is determined to cherish it.

the feel of her breath against his fur, the feel of her shoulders against his chest.

the words whispered into his fur; quieted.

you never have to apologize to me, eset. you have nothing to be sorry for.