Luneshale Pass colina

her head goes underwater.
soto’s tempted to hold it there.

juarez wouldn’t approve of his playthings being broken when soto returns them.

he stays the impulse, but the thought shows in his eyes when she resurfaces.

what if?

without common language between them there’s nothing to connect to; it’s just him, ignoring his impulses. and her, trusting him a little too implicitly.

he wonders if juarez has shown her the green.

he moves from the water, shaking his aching libido as roughly as he shakes out his coat.

he stands at the bank, eyes communicating: follow me.