#xxvenenum

five times our muses have kissed. x

i. she smells of alcohol and gunpowder and grief but nothing had ever smelt    so comforting to him. it was written that they were to be enemies. he had   never been one for rule-following and neither had she. she swears she'd   sooner hold a gun to his head than hold his hand but somehow he persuades   her. their fingers are interlocked and he has never felt more vulnerable.    she's never been this close to someone without something going wrong.    he leans in and she meets him halfway but before their lips touch she turns   her head and he grazes her cheek on accident. there was a call waiting for   her. it was the family business.

ii. he tells her that she plays her music too loud when he reads. she     counters that he reads too much. their fights go on for hours between     research for her cases and research for their bodies. she has explored     him like an uncharted island and he has memorized the freckles in her     eyes. she has a bad habit of not falling asleep first and he knows it's     because her mind is weighed down by saving the world. there is no kind    of monster worse than her own desire to do  g o o d. she passes out a     quarter past midnight in his office chair. he brushes the hair from her face     and kisses her temple. you are the greatest good in this world.

iii. they can argue until their face turns blue but neither one will admit to     a fault. she wants to go take down a vampire nest by herself and he     absolutely refuses. you can't tell me what i'm not strong enough for.     i can't tell you how much it'd kill me if you got hurt. she stops fighting     and pushes her suitcase off the bed, rolling her eyes. it's affectionate.     he doesn't outright say what he feels and this is a breakthrough. she     gets ahold of a friend who lives a couple miles away from them to get     it taken care of. she thanks him. they're against the wall and clothes     are not an option; her nails rake down his back and his teeth graze     her pulse point. i can't lose you ever. i'm not going anywhere.

iv. she rushed out three hours ago after he lost control of his temper     and left a hole both in the wall and in her heart. she prays drinking     will numb her throat because she's tired of screaming. he finds a     storm on his tongue. he shouldn't have lashed out. he is captured     by a group of hunters who went looking for her; they hunt those     who hunt others. peter is too tired to hold himself up when she     finally arrives and knocks most of them out; two were killed in the     crossfire. he knows she'll burden herself with them, too. they are     worthless he says. she knows. she's sorry. she's apologizing and     he can't keep his eyes open as her lips settle messily on his once     twice, three times. again and again until he forgets the taste of     electricity and remembers HEAVEN.

☼ ;; xxvenenum

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