Two Eyes Cenote electrum

It was the first kiss.

Not their first, but the first. For Eset.

Because there is meaning.

Her lips respond. But her eyes drop, a golden crescendo to silver muting, that trusted not where her paws felt upon that chest, where sang amid perfect words of the heart beneath her trembling fingertips.

‘Sky closing’, Tavina sighs, and was Eset not already there?

The singeing reaches of her soul had wilted. Past that, Eset rose and came to brush her amber eyes with gravity along the cosmos, and fold her mouth against the darkening press. Seeking in each instance all the persisting stars.