The Walking Arsenal (Patreon)

“There is more than one kind of love, most righteous Speaker. The fire of the Sear-Saint makes the updraft on which I rise, but my wings are fashioned from my love for Alex, and my talons are sharp with his bogus loss. One day I shall lay in his excellent embrace again, but I will not go until I know I have done all I can to assist you in your holy task. When next we share a platonic kiss, he will not taste cowardice upon my lips.”