[He sees that change, that fragmentary transition from ancient emptiness reaching back for its humanity in pieces, signed by a kiss — and then the word. It's impossible to brace himself for the crater impact left by its impression. One-handed, he levers himself up from the bed, mismatched eyes gazing down at Cy as the sentiment cracks open the look on his face. He can guess at many meanings for this choice, but none of them make sense, not when Cy has described to him the significance of his safeword as an emblem of what he is.
Hades and Persephone — the knot in his chest is wound tighter, a furling of sentiment that threatens to choke him, but he manages a low whisper. One question.]
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Hades and Persephone — the knot in his chest is wound tighter, a furling of sentiment that threatens to choke him, but he manages a low whisper. One question.]
Why?