#fcrya

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/ k.indred coming 4 k.ayn's life when he busy riding v.iktor. colorized (2019)

[wclyo-blog]

' tell me, ' her voice is the snow that lands quietly upon the frosted ground , left hand coming , almost instinctively , to frame his chin as she has done many times before. her bright white eyes stare , glistening abyss of nothingness , at her other half as she voices her inquiry. ' how does hunger feel? '

@fcrya​ [ unprompted ]

if she is the snow that lands softly ‘pon the frosted ground then he is the sun’s rays that batter against the frozen landscape to melt it all away. if she is the gentle embrace of salvation then he is the agonizing grip of starvation.

his own eyes - so empty yet full of emotion at the same time – keep their gaze onto hers, leveled and curious and knowing and full of something no words could ever hope to describe. they are more than two puzzle pieces that fit together – they are… the entire puzzle.

his other half’s question brings a huff from his snout and his mist swirls around her in a mockery of an embrace – ghosting over every inch of her form before he snaps her teeth at her endearingly.

> “ always there – never gone. gnawing, gnawing, G N A W I N G. ”

[umbranatus]

/ tfw tora and jasper plot against you.