[ saint is actually very interested in the entire concept, embarrassingly, pathetically so, because he knows the specific cadence of thundering drumbeats in time to a pair of pounding hearts, the thrill of the chase, how much he doesn't fucking care if he gets caught because the whole point is that he turns his body over to his wild god, his thorn king.
who is a fucking liar, a goddamn fucking liar who made him swear that nothing would tear them apart, all the while hoarding the biggest secret of all. auden guest, the first (only) boy he's ever fucked, the boy he's been in love with since he was a miserable teenager. you share a father. ]
No. [ he's careful as he roots through the candy hearts, and unlike the man popping them into his mouth like — well, candy — saint reads every single one. trust me? absolutely fucking not. don't be that way? what, pessimistic and full of dead hopes? he snorts and lets it dissolve on his tongue. ] It ends badly.
cupid's arrows (cw mentions of incest)
who is a fucking liar, a goddamn fucking liar who made him swear that nothing would tear them apart, all the while hoarding the biggest secret of all. auden guest, the first (only) boy he's ever fucked, the boy he's been in love with since he was a miserable teenager. you share a father. ]
No. [ he's careful as he roots through the candy hearts, and unlike the man popping them into his mouth like — well, candy — saint reads every single one. trust me? absolutely fucking not. don't be that way? what, pessimistic and full of dead hopes? he snorts and lets it dissolve on his tongue. ] It ends badly.