[ Feeling a little reckless, the next one comes in the form of a winter kiss. Slanting his mouth against his, he takes his time heating up until it's a molten heat, drawing back from the kiss to release the steam filling his lungs. ]
In my nightmare. [ It drifts between them, white like the cold mist against the cool night air. ] When we found my coffin.
[ And a sleeping Prince within, surrounded by blue flowers drinking up the moonlight. ]
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In my nightmare. [ It drifts between them, white like the cold mist against the cool night air. ] When we found my coffin.
[ And a sleeping Prince within, surrounded by blue flowers drinking up the moonlight. ]