in turn, kaveh makes room. he shifts aside so that midnight can bare his neck, gently detaching netzach from his own so that he can reach. his wing stretches, up and wide, a canopy for the prying ends of the god and all else that observes this world. this moment belongs to netzach, and to midnight. this moment belongs to them alone. ]
Go on, Netzach. [ kaveh says, and gently rests a hand between netzach's shoulder blades, just so. a steadying one. a calming one. ] But be gentle.
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in turn, kaveh makes room. he shifts aside so that midnight can bare his neck, gently detaching netzach from his own so that he can reach. his wing stretches, up and wide, a canopy for the prying ends of the god and all else that observes this world. this moment belongs to netzach, and to midnight. this moment belongs to them alone. ]
Go on, Netzach. [ kaveh says, and gently rests a hand between netzach's shoulder blades, just so. a steadying one. a calming one. ] But be gentle.