The Flower and the Phantom

It was a call he had been waiting for almost as soon as they parted. With little regard for anyone that might have seen him or been curious about such a direct call to such a meek wolf Spider tore through Abaven to join the juxtaposed male.

The sky above enchanted him but was secondary to the thrill he felt at seeing Hannibal again. He had become, on no unsure terms, obsessed with him, and had fallen head over heels in love with him. He danced around the man in a prancing circle then ducked his head to kiss the underside of his chin. His scent was already familiar to the spotted male and the heady rush of the recognition was like a fine wine that intoxicated him.

“Hannibal.” He breathed then moved his head to brush against his throat, assuming the male, as unknown to each other as they were would allow such an intimate show of affection.

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