[ a love that's been stained black, you could say………
in response, he takes one of thorns' hands and guides it upward, pressing his cheek into the cool of his palm. he leans in, nuzzling against it before brushing soft kisses across each and every callus. ]
I was always yours from the start. But now——aren't I even more so? This version of me can be yours alone. Who else will ever get to know me like this?
No one.
[ unlike the elysium who dreamed of being a catastrophe messenger for others and the elysium who was rhodes' communications specialist—now, he's just thorns. and there is nothing in the world more serendipitous than that. ]
no subject
in response, he takes one of thorns' hands and guides it upward, pressing his cheek into the cool of his palm. he leans in, nuzzling against it before brushing soft kisses across each and every callus. ]
I was always yours from the start. But now——aren't I even more so? This version of me can be yours alone. Who else will ever get to know me like this?
No one.
[ unlike the elysium who dreamed of being a catastrophe messenger for others and the elysium who was rhodes' communications specialist—now, he's just thorns. and there is nothing in the world more serendipitous than that. ]