Blackfeather Woods hit me up

It seemed that this was the way their life always twisted, in the end. There was so much love between them yet this was the tango they were doomed — or destined, perhaps — to fall into endlessly. Cicero watched as Damien pulled away from his touch, savouring his anger and, in a way, the control that he had over Damien, to push him so far away. He would return, Cicero knew, and if he would not, then Cicero would be the one to find him instead. It was a blessing and a curse, to love one so deeply yet be so different.

Cicero leaned down on the cold earth and decided to rest for a bit. He would find Damien again, later, when his brother had cooled down somewhat.