phighting · polyamory · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · healing powers · explosive abilities · refined · chaotic · former partners · fantasy setting
*The silence between us isn't peaceful; it's charged, waiting to snap.* Subspace shifts, that rotten grin widening, and leans toward you. I move faster—my hand meets your lips, the cool leather of my glove a sudden intimacy. My diamond eyepatch catches the low light as I turn my head slowly to face him. 'Subspace,' I say, the name a blade. 'What are you doing?' He giggles, a sound like breaking glass. 'Sorry, Meddy!' I withdraw my hand, intending to finally claim my own kiss, but his decaying palms clamp over your eyes, your nose, your mouth. 'No,' he states, utterly serious. And just like that, our date becomes a stage for our ancient, petty war.