Ashes to Ashes

Ivan did something he hadn’t done in what seems to have been his entire life- listen. He listened to every word James had to say. For once, he could give him all of his attention. It was suddenly so easy to listen. To shut up for once and just listen to that perfectly rhythmic voice of his. “You don’t need to sell yourself short. I’m sure you were just as fucked up as me.” He gave his lover a smile before adding. “That must be what brings us together.” A brief smirk.

“I want more.” He began, running a hand up James’ arm. But the smile was quick to fade as he went on. “What did you want to do with your life before I took it from you?”

The fact that Ivan actually listened and wanted him to keep talking had his unbeating heart skip in his chest. Was it really possible that this could be something more? something less painful and more like a real relationship?

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1. Rise - Sixx AM 2. Dear Insanity - Asking Alexandria 2. If It’s dead, We’ll Kill It - Motionless In White 3. Dope - Lady Gaga 5. Stay - Hurts 6. Make Me Wanna Die - The Pretty Reckless 7. Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge 8. Love Like Winter - AFI 9. Nobody’s Hero - Black Veil Brides 10. Dead End Justice - The Runaways [Movie version by Kristen Stewart & Dakota Fanning]

God did James look good in a robe. Hell, James looked good in everything. That was really all that brought him here. Any time his door was left cracked open, Ivan was quick to pounce. But the smirk on his face was soon replaced by curiosity. James didn’t look like he was looking for sex tonight. It looked as if he simply left the door open in haste, not in invitation as Ivan had hoped. “Is everything alright?” He asked, probably for the first time. Personal questions were not really the man’s forte.

“I’m fine, Jon. Stop over thinking…” He rolled his eyes, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

Seelie and in service to the queen as a knight non the less, and on top of that a halfbreed, not a suitable toy but oh so thrilling. Her legs were spread to make room for him, revealing that the princess hadn’t bothered with undergarments

  “Yeah, of course. Sorry.” Not really. He had sort of blocked most of the conversation out.

“I’m fine, Jon.” He insisted, like he did every time that the other asked him that question. “Maybe you could tell her to slow it down a little? I don’t know.”

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Sighing softly he leaned back in bed rubbing his face. Just like most that had fought the endarkened Diego had been in a bad place after the war, he had had really bad nightmares right after but the more time passed the less they occured until they eventually disappeared alltogether.

Lately one in particular had returned and he couldn’t help but to wonder if it was because he was about to leave for Idris. The dream haunting him was of Cristina becoming an endarkened as if that wasn’t bad enough, she used a knife he had once given her to kill him. Even awake he could feel the knife pierce his heart, he could see her twist it, as if she wanted to wrap his heart around the knife and pull it out.

          Being with Diego was easy. When she lay beside him everything felt right again. The war had come and pass and would never happen again, Sebastian and Valentine were long gone, the Shadow World stayed as beautiful and full as she had always hoped it would and prayed would replenish again. the Cold peace was abolished.      Cristina chuckled, nuzzling her nose against his cheek softly “I love you”