[ As though their darkest desires only ricochet to each other and each other only, Ginger feels a deep sense of satisfaction.

It starts off like purr, a faint rumble of wants vibrating into place - Mika’s hands stroke the beast so lovingly right where it’s most dangerous, by its hungry mouth and devouring eyes. Thoughts of Solomon evaporate into nothing; it doesn’t matter if anyone else was caught in the crossfire. (Goodbye, goodbye.) His fingers that curl between Mika’s do so with no intent of letting go. Here’s his something, his everything.

He shakes his head. No, he’s never - but - there’s the please. ]

… Alright. Yes, Mika. [ The words go together, a want to please and a want to love. ] Just us. I want that, too.

[ If it’s Mika’s wish, he’ll even try to get rid of these hurt feelings caused by someone else. He won’t let anyone else bind him, even with this.

But - he has something to add. He presses his forehead to Mika’s because their world lasts only the span of an hour and the rest is shared with the chaos of calamity. ]

… If I ever had to - if there was no choice… love me more for it.

[ Love him enough so nothing else binds him, so that the blood on his hands might as well be water for all it’ll matter then. ]