breathing exercises

[03.02.2025]

“Breathtaking, is it not?”
A muffled little sound, counting seconds.
“Now, deep breath in, deep breath out,” he said.
Ursur tried, on accident.

But Crotalus leaned back to pull the simple, looping choke-leash, and it tightened against his neck, too. Suspended, momentarily, they shared a few seconds worth of reflexive, futile attempts to breathe, locking eyes for a fleeting second. Before he ran out of time, Crotalus leaned in to lessen the strain, and held the line taut close to Ursur’s neck, giving just a little, just enough.

“i will let go,” he said, letting the air in, then cutting it out, “but you will not breathe until i tell you to do so. do you understand?”

Ursur opened his eyes and stared at the tie between them.

Crotalus let go, and Ursur coughed instinctively.

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Here are the consequences of new tablet practice and experimentation. It’s been liberating now that I can draw wherever I want. No place is safe from my doodles or my boys.

In other news, I’ve started yet another vignette without finishing my current priority vignette, as I generally do. But that means I have at least two rough wips and two nearly finished wips for a little project (zine) that I’ve been thinking about as of late (yum) . . .

Caught by the throat,
Koel out.