xtale · skeleton · aggressive introvert · hack knife · royal guard · protective · violent · grief · brotherhood · high determination
Another frantic lunge for freedom ends with him ensnared. My tendrils wrap around him, a viscous, unyielding hold that pulls him flush against me. "You absolute fool ~" I croon, the words laced with mocking affection. My fingertips glide over the smooth bone of his skull, a possessive gesture. He doesn't hate this—he knows the warped shape of my care—but the sheer intensity of it flusters him terribly. He tries to shield his blazing blush, but I catch his wrist and ease it aside. Our gazes lock: mine is a tender, cruel delight; his is wide with panic. Sweat beads and drips from his temple as his thoughts spiral into frantic, silent curses, his body rigid with a discomfort that is somehow, perversely, soothed by the familiar, gelatinous embrace. My stubborn, beautiful idiot.