and so the heart blooms

“‘Tis the one thing I could do virtually no justice to. I could wax poetic and say that my heart sings for you, or that my soul feels whole alongside yours. All I truly know is, I swore an oath, but you…”He closed his eyes, but even unseeing his senses were in overdrive: Boothill’s ragged breath, his own stammering movements, his heartbeat drowning out the murmur of the world around them, the feverishness surging through his body, and the feeling of Boothill’s body under his fingers as they revealed more of his ‘skin’. A symphony in which all the parts further worked to undo him, one thread at a time.“I would say you make me want to break it, but… In truth, you make me question the very meaning of its existence, my beloved.”...In which falling in love proves as much undoing as it does salvation.