Geovanni-Eklipz

Reno crawled to Nero, a paintbrush swathe of blood coloring a trail behind him as he made his way to his lover's side. Metal wings were in tattered pieces all around the man, plucked and ripped from his back like the feathers of a fallen angel. They were scattered in dirt that had been drenched into mud by the blood flowing thick and fast from Nero's broken body. Reno crawled to Nero's side, ignoring the pain pulsing through him with each beat of his fading heart. All that mattered was making his way to Nero. He needed to be with him. Death was inevitable, there was no one to save them and no one who even wanted to. Their love had driven any