Den of Vipers
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When you find love, you hold on hard. It’s a fragile little thing, and once it’s gone, it leaves a hole and memories, we all know that. Ones you wish you could relive, but from every love, you learn something. Something important.
From my mother, I learned to be strong.
From my father, I learned to embrace pain.
From Rich, I learned to love while it lasts and that endings aren’t always a bad thing.
From my Vipers, I learned love is unconditional and can come at the strangest of times and places.
And from myself? I learned it’s okay to love yourself. Even the darkest parts of you. No matter the shape, size, or weirdness you came with. Embrace your scars and never be ashamed to be who you are, because there is only one of you.
“I love you so fucking much, Little Bird, you are my everything. I would kill anyone for you. I would do anything for you. I would crawl on my fucking knees to be at your side.”
These hands belong to killers.
Sinners.
Vipers.
But I want them all the same. I want their bite, I want their particular brand of venom coursing through my veins, remaking me into their girl. Every touch, every look is a balm into the soul of a girl who was never loved properly.
One day, it might consume us all and we might explode. But what a beautiful death it would be.
That’s the thing, though, life doesn’t owe you a goddamn fucking thing.
It doesn’t owe you life, you have to fight for it to endure and survive. And I did.
It’s filled with moments, of winding paths and unexpected turns. Each person that comes into your life offers you a new world, a new place and feelings, not always good, and from each one, we have the opportunity to learn. Whether we accept those lessons is on us.
I promised I would never let him be. I will keep that promise. He gave up his childhood, his soul, for me. I would do anything for him. He doesn’t even realise that Roxxane, as he calls her, is a part of that. He needs a weakness, someone he can share the world with, who can help him with his burden, or he’s going to burn out.
And I can’t lose him.
I’ll protect the crying boy with the blood on his hands and she will be the key.
Tomorrow, or I guess later today, I’ll put my careful walls back up and slip into a suit, changing back to the cruel leader of the Vipers, but here and now, with her sleeping against my chest, our legs entwined and fingers laced together…I let myself be weak.
For just a moment.
For her.