1/31/2025, 1:38 AM
Never again, Nightingale told him. Never again while they were still breathing, Geraint added on silently, in the quiet of their own head. It would be a cold day in hell before they died before their husband again.
The kisses helped, and part of Geraint melted. They listed to the side, leaning into the touches with a shuddering sigh. It had really been far, far too long, too long of blistering anger, of rage, of a predominant focus on revenge, then on Nightjar, then on revenge again. But Nightingale was in front of them again, none of their family for miles and miles, and for now they could relax.
The memory hit them like a ton of bricks. Briefly, they stiffened, before letting out a guttural noise. The feeling of once loved teeth at their throat, looking into the eyes of the little whirlwind they’d saved so long ago, had taken her from their mother’s long grasp, only for her to become that vile woman anyway. She’d taken everything from them, but she’d also set them free. Her and their brothers both existed in a liminal space between love and hate, where Geraint didn’t linger overlong.
The kisses helped, and part of Geraint melted. They listed to the side, leaning into the touches with a shuddering sigh. It had really been far, far too long, too long of blistering anger, of rage, of a predominant focus on revenge, then on Nightjar, then on revenge again. But Nightingale was in front of them again, none of their family for miles and miles, and for now they could relax.
The memory hit them like a ton of bricks. Briefly, they stiffened, before letting out a guttural noise. The feeling of once loved teeth at their throat, looking into the eyes of the little whirlwind they’d saved so long ago, had taken her from their mother’s long grasp, only for her to become that vile woman anyway. She’d taken everything from them, but she’d also set them free. Her and their brothers both existed in a liminal space between love and hate, where Geraint didn’t linger overlong.
One more stipulation.They murmured.
If you see anyone who looks like me. Run. My family is the reason I’m hereThey couldn’t have known that killing them would bring them back into the circle of Nightingale’s arms. They’d just done it, and hoped for the best. And that involved their throat, which they subconsciously cleared.