The cold snowflakes landing on his bones, the gentle breeze rustling through the trees—they were simply background noise, secondary to the incredible feeling of Swap’s magic, humming against his. It wasn’t enough—but at the same time, it was all too much – Sixteen Rules by @alicedragons (warning the fic is very much 18+ NSFW)
Bourbon, your art gives me chills. Pun only slightly intended.
