flagrante fumos snippets unedited bc i’m living my best nanowrimo life. just 2 snippets. i just started i have nothing left to give.
"Every time I almost kill someone, Marian?" Neah sat back again, and Cross almost reached out to keep him close. "Almost sounds like you're enabling my murderous rampage."
"Is that what that was?" He wasn't sure what to make of this topic. It was hard to tell sometimes what Neah did or didn't want to talk about. "I might be. Kinda hot when you kill people."
"Liar," Neah laughed. He took Cross's hand in his and laced their fingers together, then inspected the combination like he was admiring some kind of accessory. "You hate when I get into fights."
"I never said that." Cross brought their hands up and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
"I had Mana," Neah said, quiet. "And Mana had..."
Cross wrapped his fingers nimbly around Neah's wrist. It wasn't thin, not anymore. Life on the lam wasn't exactly fulfilling, but there was no one to monitor their every action anymore.
It wasn't thin, but he couldn't really call it healthy, either. Either of them.
"You have me," he said, tugging. Gentle and coaxing.