Neron
i love you as
certain dark things are to be loved
certain dark things are to be loved
A lopsided smile creeps across Neron’s face, though for once he doesn’t take teasing pleasure in making Morgan uncomfortable. No, the smile is genuine, and he directs it sunnily across at the Warden. ”You always make me feel better, one way or another,” he informs her, but then there are fires to stick his hands in and he is distracted away from their talk. Or at least, he is until Morgan snatches out to grab his wrist.
”But I’m cold,” he complains with all the petulance of a child, until bright steel eyes slip down to the fingers encircling his wrist. Neron tilts his head, following the fingers up the arm, where blood pulses through veins and rushes, sweet and rich, towards the heart. ”And thirsty,” he adds.
”But I’m cold,” he complains with all the petulance of a child, until bright steel eyes slip down to the fingers encircling his wrist. Neron tilts his head, following the fingers up the arm, where blood pulses through veins and rushes, sweet and rich, towards the heart. ”And thirsty,” he adds.
in secret
between the shadow and the soul
between the shadow and the soul
