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They were exactly Damen’s type. Tall and slender with sharp edges and skin silver like the moon. Damen first noticed them when the light from the chandelier reflected on them and caught Damen’s eye. They were in Nicaise’s hands. A single white lily in a swamp full of reptiles.
Seeing them in Nicaise’s hand set up a hot flare of emotions inside of Damen. It was an uncharted part of his heart. Growing up as the sole heir of Akielos, he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. And yet, here he was with this burning hot desire for someone - or rather something - and he was unable to gain it. What was this feeling? This vile monster unleashing itself within himself. And as Nicaise clutched onto their smooth surface tighter, it dawned on him. It was jealousy.
Companion poem
Though his heart was full
It was not simply of love
There was pain and suffering
Such that it should not be confined to a single word
Damen knew what he truly desired
Their slender body
Their luminescent skin
Their barbed ends
In a single word
Them
He was not such a fool
He knew their heart he could never fully rule
But love made him stupid
And the jealousy made him weak
Damen knew, though it was Nicaise’s hands,
wrapped around their stunning frame
The way they’d be treated with Damen would put all else to shame