Sometimes I feel like a funny-looking rock in the middle of the most beautiful clear ocean when I read the kinds of things you write to me. You love so much bigger than yourself, bigger than everything. I can’t believe how lucky I am to even witness it—to be the one who gets to have it, and so much of it, is beyond luck and feels like fate.
“But there is another truth that’s much simpler: I fell in love with a person who happens to be a man, and that happens to be a prince. He has captured my heart and made my life immeasurably better.”
a werewolf alex and vampire henry au. double drabble. for @hollivens.
Alex loves these woods at night. Courting danger. Courting freedom. Like the two things are so different.
“Are you lost, little wolf?” The words drift to him through the trees, silver-toned and hypnotic. “There’s no full moon here tonight.”
“‘Little’?” scoffs Alex. “Wanna say that again to my face?”
The voice lets out a quiet laugh. “Oh, gladly.”
Alex blinks, and he’s there. Cheekbones carving light from shadow. Eyes piercingly-blue.
Alex had always been told vampires were all the same. Unfeeling. Inhuman.
Alex had believed it, until Henry.
Henry shifts, not-quite-reaching for him. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“So tell me to go.” Alex moves closer.
Henry looks away. “You know I wouldn’t.” When he looks back, it’s with eternity in his eyes. “I would never.”
“Baby,” Alex murmurs. “Come here.”
Henry’s face fits perfectly against the curve of Alex’s throat. He presses a kiss to the silver scar there. Alex smiles.
For all Henry’s restraint, he’s much less discreet than Alex is about where they leave their marks on each other.
Henry breathes, and Alex would trade all the full moons for this. For Henry, who is more fucking luminous to him than even the brightest moon could ever be.
