give a boy a blade and see just how gentle he can be

“Did you know that becoming a werewolf was thought to have originated as a curse?” Liam counters, tearing his eyes away from the mirror. “Divine punishment, or something like that."If the one thing Theo’s strived to be for the last decade of his life is a curse, he doesn’t want to know what a chimera might be classed as. Double-doomed, probably. This is their night: stifled desperation, electric razor hum, and freshly-shaved heads. Boring in the best and most captivating way. Theo's the staticky one this time when Liam runs fingers over the buzzed ends of what remains of his hair. Type of moment that’s meant to be locked up inside your chest and cherished until someone, somewhere down the road, asks, do you remember the first time a boy made the flesh on your body settle just right?