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I want the K (Ferio)

Jawline Kiss

Although he had no idea where he was or what he was doing there, Ferio could vaguely remember a black alley way, a figure looming over him, shaking him to see whether he was moving.

He could feel his own fever. Great. Atticus would have a cow if he found out what state Ferio had wound up in. The young prince slowly sat up, only to see someone sitting on the edge of the bed he had been stretched out on. His eyes narrowed, trying to focus and see who it was, but all Ferio could see was a blurred and hazy vision of shocking red floating above an obscure figure.

There was a loud commotion in his head, all of the spirits chiding him for collapsing in the middle of a street. But he ignored them all, slowly scooting over to the one who sat beside him, Golden optics blurry and unable to focus, he just wrapped his arms around the other without a word.

This fever was getting to his head.

Ferio pressed his lips against the neck of the other, exhaling a warm breath against the other's skin. At least now the voices weren't the primary focus. He continued to press soft kisses against the other's skin, the cool temperature of the other's skin a relief to the dizzy and almost hallucinating prince. 

             "I'm sorry... Just make the voices be quiet...."

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It wasn't often that the crown prince snuck out from the palace grounds. But with these incidents that had been scattering across Althia, Ferio knew that it was about time that he took action. His father was sick; he would soon ascend to the throne. The regent didn't seem to be doing anything about this situation. The only course of action would be to take a look for himself.

He knew he was sickly, and he knew fully well that he was weaker than the average human being. But that didn't stop him. As the crowds bustled along the roads, bumping into the young prince's dark cloak, his head began to swirl, his brain unable to tell which voices belonged to the dead and which to the living. His body began to tremble, and he veered into a small alley before he collapsed onto his knees, leaning against the wall to try and catch his breath. 

           We told you you shouldn't have come outside.