you must first give them your heart

Such an odd saying.

The blindingly white stag looked down, eyes of slate grey softening at the sight, his white fur stained red with blood that drizzled gently from the tines of the stag who slept next to him, curled easily against his side, head gentle on his shoulder.

As far as he knew, his partner would not give up those hearts for anyone, such a protective one he was of them.

so peaceful in his sleep

The albino shifted, breathing heavy, rasping through his mask.

his small ears twitched, listening to the shallow beating of hearts at his side, watched the world pass by, giving looks of fear and disgust, he did not need them anyway.

The prince of hearts shifted in his light sleep.

Affectionately the white stag touched his mask to the emerald coloured object settled within the mass of tines.

Vilnius' eyes fluttered.

He pulled his head back as if he had committed a crime.

a small sorry left him, muffled from within the mask he wore, he needed.


"why would I be upset?

you are merely touching.

what already belongs to you"