Seated at Ronan's bedside in the dark, Kylo's lips part in silent sympathy with the sentiment, though the word doesn't fall from his mouth. It flows through his thoughts instead as a rolling swell of favour.
The darkness that has Ronan held hostage is dangerously vast, a rippling entity that spreads out in all directions— but now it's found its way inside, all of it draws solid and concentrates here, wanting nothing more than to be closer than close. It wants all of Ronan, all to itself. It never wants to be apart from him, ever again. Even for a moment. It wants to be the grip of warm, strong hands. The pulse of a heart shuddering in violent, counterpoint rhythm. Lips pressing devotion to the back of his neck. Fingers tangling into knots.
Mine, it breathes. Mine.
In the endless hunger of its looping coils, Ronan risks becoming a feast.
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Seated at Ronan's bedside in the dark, Kylo's lips part in silent sympathy with the sentiment, though the word doesn't fall from his mouth. It flows through his thoughts instead as a rolling swell of favour.
The darkness that has Ronan held hostage is dangerously vast, a rippling entity that spreads out in all directions— but now it's found its way inside, all of it draws solid and concentrates here, wanting nothing more than to be closer than close. It wants all of Ronan, all to itself. It never wants to be apart from him, ever again. Even for a moment. It wants to be the grip of warm, strong hands. The pulse of a heart shuddering in violent, counterpoint rhythm. Lips pressing devotion to the back of his neck. Fingers tangling into knots.
Mine, it breathes. Mine.
In the endless hunger of its looping coils, Ronan risks becoming a feast.