Dorian: *enslaved*

Aedion: *thrown in the royal dungeons*



“in time you realize some things are synonymous. like in September, when I told you I loved you, I meant it wholly, reasonably, entirely. and in June, when I couldn’t bear the taste of those words on my tongue I remember telling my mother to make it stop. the pain of you was too real. the knife wound won’t heal, just yet. and in time you realize some things are synonymous. in September I loved you with a fire, and in June, it burnt me.” a.c.