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He would chase the young god, catch him, and be his reckoning.
Cassian moved closer, wafting a rush of citrus and mint up Finnian’s nose. “Even in death, you belong to me.”
“You.” Finnian jerked his chin up, looking over Cassian’s shoulder, his eyes set on the moss growing in the arteries of the wall. “You are the one I loathe the most.”
“When I catch you, I intend to make it hurt.”
To know pain was to gain the ability to grant compassion. Neither could exist without the other.
“Darkness only scares those afraid of the unknown.”
“Relish in the happiness you so desperately seek, as it is happening before you, and you are missing it.”
“The river will continue to flow no matter how much you fight against the current,”
“I loathe you, and I…” “Long for you.”
Finnian was his stillness in the storm; silence in the screaming; peace in the chaos.
“Always long for me.”
