Blackfeather Woods viva la vida

For you, always <3

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The amount of things revolving around Damien's head had grown exponentially ever since his memory was restored. It had been a gradual recovery, but with every piece of information that Damien got back, a thousand problems returned to his reality that he no longer had enough energy to tackle at once. One of those problems, and probably the one he'd been pushing back for the longest time, was the burning confusion for his brother's affections. He now remembered that they had, in fact, surpassed the boundaries of a simple brother-brother relationship, but Damien had never thought that it would chase him for so long. Damien knew now that his love for Cicero had always been greater than anything else he felt, but he also knew that the lust that he felt once was no longer present, and still there remained an attachment, a dependence, that Damien could not let go of. The fear of losing him was powerful.

He was caught off-guard yet again, stalked by the shadows that his brother knew so well how to control, and the only thing that Damien could do the moment he saw the reflection of those white and orange eyes staring back at him from the darkness was to stand like a stone in the middle of his path. Not a single ounce of breath escaped the dark prince's mouth for several seconds, not a muscle twitched, not a thought crossed his mind other than panic. The shadow monarch had grown scared of confronting his brother, of the reaction there could be for the decision made, and even worse, of not being able to get his way.

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