Shadewood no space in your broken veins

Cry sat completely still as she came to him, embracing him while he was incapable of moving. It hadn’t actually occurred to him that wise that he actually didn’t. He partially was convinced he’d be mad enough to either search for anyone who would’ve known of this incident, or whether he would just take his anger out on some unfortunate soul. 

But as she cuddled under him, all of his thought, his emotions, his passions, everything had disappeared. They simply dissipated as she snatched his space from him and tossed  away her own. As if she couldn’t help but care nothing about everything, and only focus on him, and what he could offer her. Cry closed his eyes as he folded his head over her own,  the maul of void fur encasing the ivory pearl in a cascade of midnight. He angled his body so that it might wrap around her own, snuggling the artic Queen in a comforter of the most pitch of blacks. Even his own tail bordered and held hers, pulling it closer to the warmer bodies. 

A deep breath left the frigid man as he held his Empress. And forsaking the most final of rules, Cry finally managed the words. 

“Gwen...I have to tell you something.”