Ouroboros Spine the pulse of our hearts

"much changes around me," kukutux exhaled, grateful. worried for how relieved she was to see agana, to feel the press of the other's affectionate regard encircle as if it were a cape of fur.

work-rough palms cupped now the gifts, and she allowed their satin touch to soothe the fraying nerves of her heart.

and then she set these things aside, winding her arms hesitantly, almost shyly, around agana.

for a moment. only for a moment.

"it feels to me like — my world. it is breaking."

hard swallow bobbed her throat painfully. she let herself fall into that worried gaze.

"and at last, agana, i do not know what must be done."

an anguished admission.