Ouroboros Spine tiniruk ⌓

aiolos moved now with a confidence she had sensed in him but not seen; lips parted as he pulled the pelt from her shoulders and warmed her skin with a kiss. it did not matter how they managed, only that they came together in something that danced a good part of the darkness from her spirit. her mouth found the edge of his jaw, his neck, his earlobe; the duck folded herself against him with a tight breathless sound and allowed aiolos to engulf her fully.

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she stirred against his chest where they lay, greenjade eyes adjusting to the nightfall that had come to envelop them. making no move to pull from the tangle of his forelegs, kukutux yawned, felt the warmth of them together and the soreness of her ankle, tried in a different way. for a long while the duck only lay and watched him, wondering at the stirring of a hundred things in her heart and refusing to name a one of them. not now, not now.