Celadonite hesitated and rested his cheek in Necromanteion’s hand for a moment, trying to find some words to say and when his looks were praised, he did preen. A little, and then moved swiftly, grabbing the Page’s face in his hands and kissing him swifty on the lips, lingering for a moment before he pulled away. “You’ll be mine one day. I’m not kidding about that but. I know we’ll see each other again too.”

With a nod and a smile that was almost bitter, Celadonite drew away and teleported off into the night.

No, this was not something he would mention to anyone. This was his pet project and one day…

Necromanteion would be here under him.

As he deserved to be.
[Mistress Morbid]