One Shot: Thank you...

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His lips found yours before your fingers could even touch. He could feel his heart accelerating in a way he had never felt before. Each feeling contradicted the next as he wouldn't dare pull away from your skin. His lips were petals of a flame against the icy flesh of his lost love. 

You wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Your lungs burned for oxygen but you denied the treat, loving the feeling of Maven in your arms more than your need for life. 

But he pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. You can smell how much he's developed over the months. The king smelled as cinder, a burnt flesh, and a burnt mind. 

He takes a breath of you, the princess with the taste of life and glass. The one with light, colors of pastel innocence in comparison to his dark melancholic house colors. 

"Thank you..." You breathe out before capturing his lips into yours, "for living."

His lips twitched into a smirk as he bites down on his lip. His brain stops. And he realizes. His mind raced with questions, wondering how long you've lived here and been so oblivious. He doesn't even flinch when your fingers begin to find themselves around the red line that wrapped around his throat. How long have you lived here, not realizing how Heaven must be?

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