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Guilt is a feeling Wolve is all too familiar with.
It burrows itself deep into his chest, curls around his heart, settles in between his ribs, and rests there like an old friend, a comforting weight. Xe has long found peace with it, has welcomed it, has found an anchor in its solid presence. It was proof that he wasn’t heartless.
OR: Some dubiously-canon in-between session bullshit because I cannot be helped but to put evil yuri into my characters backstory. It was only a matter of time... sigh
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Mike’s bedroom is large and spacious and has a beautiful view. The only thing Oliver can see is the way the vines wrap his boyfriend up in death incarnate.
They completely encompass him. They wrap around his arms and legs and pin him to the bed. They wrap around every inch of his face except for a single band where his eyes are closed but untouched by the vines. They bury him under the weight of them, and Oliver has one last nonsensical thought about how Mike never liked closed spaces.
Mike becomes one of the only people that make Oliver truly happy. When that becomes threatened by one of his dreams, he swears to do everything in his power to prevent that from happening.