‘For a vicious moment, Andrew thought about slipping his fingers into Thomas's cut. Taking hold of his rib and breaking it. Pulling the soft crumbling bone from his chest and sewing it into his own. They'd be forever together, rib against rib, fused in gore and bone and adoration.’
what the actual fuck is this supposed to be Andrew?
— Mar 22, 2025 04:34AM
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