Bonesplinter Ravine [M] ‘Cause Anything’s Better than the Way I Feel Right Now

Machiavelli’s smile unfurled slowly, a soft, delicate thing, almost too pretty to hint at the malice behind it. He nuzzled deeper into the withered paw, shattered-glass gaze never leaving Herod's own. All the things I’m going to do to you.

Leaning down, his lips ghosted along the other's, a teasing brush of warmth before he pressed closer, trailing his mouth with agonizing slowness. He could feel the velvet petals graze his tongue, their faint bitterness blooming between his teeth.

One last time, and never again.