break my wings

But now it's time for the moment you have been dreaming of, he sleeps so soundly and barely even notices when you pull down the covers. The delicate skin begs for you to go on, pleading with you to go further. You practiced this all week, over and over perfecting the motion and you wouldn't possibly mess up now! A hand pressed against his stomach, firm enough to hold him still but soft enough he won't wake. You spent countless nights finding out exactly how much noise it takes to rouse him, you know his ever weakness.

The flesh gives so slightly under your touch, his breath giving a gentle warm rise while he sleeps. An with the deft flick of his wrist, the gleaming blade hidden in his pocket clicks from it's handle, pressing into the canvas of his body as the other grips at the membrane. A smooth and deliberate stroke paints a beautiful crimson stroke across his body, in your hand is the first of many, the first strip of his body finally belongs to you. Sweet music fills the room, the windows feel like they could shatter from the frequency as every corner reverberates with terror.