Ouroboros Spine tiniruk ⌓

"it heals, aiolos," kukutux said slowly, turning his name upon her tongue. a mischievous look crossed her features, half-hidden by the fall of shadow upon her figure. "but now i must rest another hand of days." her voice, dancing, alluding to what they had done.

shame rising suddenly to choke her. what would the shadowhunter think if he knew? but this knowing was not hers to give him, nor his to know. only those that need understanding would have the words. she settled against the redsun, languid, unwilling to be parted from him yet.

"we have had the names of each other for many moons," she commented, thinking to courtfall, to the plateau where they had met again, and how kindly aiolos had treated her though she had carried the blackfox's children.

and the thought — kukutux felt pain and dread stealing into her moments of respite once more.