weaving stardust

Chewing made his teeth hurt, so Chimera tore meat into chunks and swallowed it whole. His jaws and teeth had been painful recently. It hadn't stopped him from fighting every chance that rose, but it was still a constant in his mind. The boy wasn't exactly sure why his mouth hurt, but as long as he could function, he wouldn't worry too much. As he ate though, one of his teeth fell out, lodging point first in the sand. Chi's brow furrowed slightly as he looked at it, but with one black-toed paw, he pushed sand over it and the issue was forgotten.

Siren spoke of creating a den and the boy's mismatched ears flicked forward. She was making a den? Part of his surprise was going to be that he would make them a den, but if she wanted to do so, then he wouldn't deny her that. It seemed to please his sweet sister, so if she wanted to dig in the sand with a slave, then she was free to do so. He would pay his own visit to the slave soon, he felt. His teeth ached and he needed to bite something.

Taking a break from eating, Siren admitted to being happy about being back here with him. Chimera merely nodded. He didn't smile. Chi never smiled. Happiness was a bullshit emotion and he wouldn't have any part of it. He wouldn't admit it either, but he was beyond glad to be back here with her. He'd developed a thick case of anxiety while they were apart. Chimera never wanted to be apart from Siren again. She was all that he had.