Raven and Conner had been together for a long time, but the years had caught up with them, and the broken promises were overflowing. Until now, as they found themselves in Las Vegas, with a billionaire offering them a solution to their problems for a simple exchange.
Conversations With Shadows
It's Halloween! (just barely) and this is part of the colab I was working on with @inverted-typo. We decided to go with an Eros and Psyche theme.
There's so much more that's set to come out, because (of course) it got way out of control. I am aiming for the next part in two weeks, and I will post it to AO3.
Thank you so much for everything, and for being patient!
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Damian felt the tug of someone breaking the seal that lined the wilderness of his estate. It was like a spider web thread snapping in the back of his mind, the delicate fiber straining until it broke and hung limp and loose against someone’s skin.
Curious.
The seal was designed to create a barrier along his sacred land so that wandering humans would have the sudden urge to panic and flee in the opposite direction. Anyone who managed to break through was either very powerful or very stupid. Or, maybe even a little desperate. After all, desperation bred fools.
He glanced up from the sketch he’d been working on and stared out the window into the dark gray of a blizzard at twilight, a mild annoyance creasing his brow. Damian may have been the grandson of a god, and have some minor powers of his own, but even he couldn't command the weather when it was like this.
Unfortunately, whoever had broken through his barrier would be allowed to remain close to his land until the storm calmed down.
Damian frowned and let go of a heavy sigh, glaring at nothing in particular. What an annoyance.















