
[10.06.25]
“How’s it taste?”
Ursur said nothing, and Crotalus reached out and grabbed his jaw, holding him there, watching very carefully as the blood dripped down from Ursur’s lip onto his own bare hand.
And he let go to taste it himself, right from the ether.


It too me two months to finish this one, unfortunately, but that is mostly because I’ve been putting together a rough 40k words for an actual zine. I keep popping up once in a while saying something like this, but, uh, trust me on this one. I’m deeper in zine territory than I was before. And fruitful or not (note: it is admittedly very juicy), that’s got to count for something, . . . right?
every single drop,
Koel out


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