the world crumbles under me

Xochipilli's shoulders stiffened, and he grit his teeth as he stared at his boyfriend. When... did you figure it out? He'd still felt bad about lying; but he'd been trying to save him from the pain of knowing he'd injured him so badly. That the creature that had almost killed him was in that body with him.

The words sound like a death sentence, and yet he's so rapidly thinking his about what he can do that it's impossible to pinpoint the moment he's realized. To keep the clan safe, keep Cara safe, and hopefully ward off this creature.

As Carasson kissed him, he leaned into it. Held it as long as the other might allow. And during this kiss, the other man would find vines gently encroaching on his personal space. Twisting around his wrists, up his arms, over his legs.

I'll stay with you. To make sure the bindings held. He could continue to re-create them as often as he needed. The downside was, he'd watch his lovers descent into... well, madness. This... could work, right? It's a weak question, open-ended because neither of them can answer it.

And yet, he's hoping with everything that he is, that maybe this will keep Carasson contained. They're about a mile from the clan, as it is. It's as good a place as any.