christophercarrion

He’d seen her heart, and because of the darkness in his veins, because he doesn’t know any better, because he had nobody to teach him any better, he still wanted it. Her heart was full of rot and poison, a deadly nightshade, but he wanted it all the same.
A rotten heart was better than nothing at all, and his own was a starving wolf.
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christophercarrioned, “Queen Rot”

(ultraviolence on Archive of Our Own)

http://www.archiveofourown.org/works/4007941

It was easy for her to fool other people into thinking that she was their ideal princess, that she was the light made flesh. But he’d spent his life in the hard embrace of the darkness, and the moonlight distorted everything under its eerie gaze, turning men into monsters and witches into princesses.
She is moonlight.
Carrion was not fooled.
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christophercarrioned, “Queen Rot”

(ultraviolence on Archive of Our Own)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4007941

“Hey,” she calls out to him, gentle and fierce all at once, like the eye of the storm.  He looks at her. She smiles, the curve of it forms all the places they’re going to see, all the things they’re going to be - together, together, always together. Spine to spine. Her smile is the future, and the future is a bright place.
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christophercarrioned, “And Darling, You Have Never Been Anything Else But Light”

http://christophercarrioned.tumblr.com/tagged/fanfic

Carrion’s heart is a deadbolt cathedral, sacred and abandoned, and he’d prided himself for being untouchable. He’d rather die than change the locks, would rather let fire consume it all, the same way it’d consumed the rest of his family.
She’d been inside. She’d picked the locks, one by one, falling like flies, and she’d entered the hallowed sanctuary of his heart, had desecrated it.
That was her first betrayal.
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christophercarrioned, “Queen Rot”

(ultraviolence on Archive of Our Own)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4007941

It was a strange, fluttering, birdlike feeling, something like grace, a little like the ocean crashing on the shores of her heart, and she thought to herself, she never knew that they had been holding on to this. Or maybe a part of her always knew, but she doesn’t want to acknowledge it, doesn’t want to rush the journey.
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christophercarrioned, “I’d Put the Moon in Your Mouth for Safekeeping”

http://christophercarrioned.tumblr.com/tagged/fanfic