Send ◑ for a bright moment in my muse’s life. Send ◐ for a dark moment in my muse’s life.
Rain pounded outside, some of the water finding it’s way through the meager roofing of the slaves quarters and onto the huddling forms below. The young, dark-haired male’s lanky frame curved into the solidly built man’s beside him, using the excuse of warmth to ward off any unforgiving eyes. He was using the other for warmth, but not from the unforgiving icy rain. The first of many tendrils of heat wrapped around his spine as he curled up in the dirty hay, his fingers tightly wrapped in the ragged fabric of the male’s worn clothes. He didn’t know it yet, but this was love. His first, and he was to be indescribably happy. However, as most first loves are want to do, it would also bring his first heartache. It was one of the first bright moments in eight years and the beginning of his downward spiral into the unfathomable pit of revenge.
This was one month before he gave his heart away for the first time and one month and two days before his first kill.