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For Headless Horsemen, who deserve head too.
As reckless as he had been: Brom Bones, brazen and charming and brave, boasting of his taste for danger in the hopes that someone — or something — might hear.
Brom had no use for caution. Not with his bronzed shoulders strapped like an ox, stretched wide beneath his shirt, arms straining against the cuffs of his sleeves.
That was the last they saw of Brom; his softening grin like warming butter, spilled onto her wrist before he kissed her knuckles and disappeared across the pitch-black field.
but once they found the smashed pumpkin at the forested edge of the field, still fresh and gutted with dewy seeds, no one gossiped any longer.
Every Halloween, he comes again, for only one night — the one night the world fears him most. The one night he’s distracted. The only night his cursed touch brings groans and sighs and little death, and the world has nothing to fear.
She rides their Horseman. Slow. Watching where his head might be, as if he could meet her eyes.
Abe twists his fingers into her, mouthing at her heat when Death eases into him.
He hovers over her, a blanket of darkness, a starless sky that teases her open. She gasps, arching, writhing, all pale skin to the pitch-black clouds of his being. Abe lies beside them, chest heaving, almost blue in the light of the moon, slick with sweat and beating heart as he strokes into his hand.
Gallops on his own steed toward every glimmer of hope, every witch buried deep in the forest, every ring of mushrooms, looking for a way to snap the hold Death has on their man.
One day, Death will take them both. When their time is over, and their visits are no more, and his half-skeleton horse carries him back to their bedroom one last time. She isn’t sure what comes after — if they might finally be together, embraced in eternity, or if they will slip away through a veil they cannot pierce.
And when the bones of the Horseman’s bounty rattle, the solemn knell ringing high up in the church, they welcome him into their bed and do not fear Death.
