SNOW BLIND WE LOVE⚘ spring cleaning

[aesior]

Cory's return had come at a delicate time for the male, at a time where his mind was enraptured in a battle between a mortal and a God of Death, where the mortal had no knowledge he was even fighting a battle let alone a God. His dreams had been enough to show him that he was indeed caught in a one sided war with a God who also lived inside his body, who was trapped and the chains were coming loose. He now knew that the other was a threat, that in turn made him a threat, a lit fuse, a ticking time bomb that had no countdown. He knew just what Thedes was capable of and it scared the shit out of him.

Yet some part of him wanted to know what he had done to warrant the punishment of tethering his soul to another's. What was his crime? What had he done in his very first life? He only remembered that it was short and filled with chaos and danger. He remembered the week of pain he experienced, before he had finally been able to die. All because of the Gods and their War. All because of Thedes. His lips would curl back every time at that unpleasant thought, that the Gods' largest and worst criminal was locked up in the same bodies as him. Just what had he done to deserve this? He had no way of knowing. Yet it couldn't soothe his mind even if he knew, because he knew that he was a danger to his family and friends, hell, even to his enemies.

Stirred from his thoughts as he had begun to drift after demanding the announcement of a presence, he exhaled wearily. Cory. Was he part of his punishment? Some days it felt like he was, like the nights he cried himself to sleep because he missed his presence. It was strange, to be so emotionally connected to someone who didn't feel the same, who didn't know how he truly felt. He hadn't gotten that far and before he'd left, Cory had been wrapped up with Firefly. It was wrong to be jealous but he'd been jealous of her and the attention she received from Cory, and he knew that was a horrible thing but he hadn't been able to help it.

He had been terrified to acknowledge that so long after his husband's death, he was able to develop feelings for Corrupttimelines. He had been terrified to admit it to himself let alone to the other. When he had confided he was leaving, he knew he should have said something then but he'd bit his tongue in fear and refusal. Distance had only made him fonder, for so long. He never knew if the other would think him disgusting for his favour of him and his craving for his attention. Corrupttimelines, the object of his desires, or he had been for so long, one of his weaknesses.

"I won't turn away a helping paw." He responded, orange eye taking in the domestic tom for a while before skirting away from him, turning his back perhaps a little quickly, "I want to have my herb garden indoors again, put some life in here." He mentioned, trying to make small talk when different parts of his mind gave him different reactions. "Could you please help me move some furniture? Now that it's just me in this house again, I should get rid of what I won't use." Perhaps there was an unspoken metaphor there. An invitation despite his better sense?

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