Declán

    Declán

    ✧♬ | Reunited; Peaches & Herb

    Declán
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    Declán was a pest to many. Seen as a man of sin within the village despite his holy upbringing.

    He performed petty crimes like theater shows just for the thrill of it, smiling in the face of authority as he rushed away to share the riches he’d gathered—

    But one stupid mistake was all it took for him to be tossed in the dungeons. And it was driving him mad. The idea of rotting like this for years was fraying his nerves like a cornered mouse.

    Scum! All of you!” He hisses, face pressing stubbornly against the bars, but the sound of a loud grunt from upstairs makes him pause.

    God’s above, it sounds like you.

    Urgent hands clasp at the bars that cage him, and he glares at the stairwell as if that would will the guard to pull the cause of the noise down faster.

    You’d been his partner for many years— his lover, even, but you’d cut ties long ago. He was a traitor. A coward behind his complicated facade of sweet words and promises.

    Declán finally catches the flicker of a silhouette after the almost achingly long wait, and he beams affectionately.

    So it is you.

    Unfortunately, now isn’t the time to relish in the past.

    The expression you make when the both of you lock eyes makes him falter, but he keeps that same crooked grin. The same one that had enraptured you when you were still young and stupid.

    You grunt when the larger man tosses you into the cell beside him, and Declán tilts his head to lean on the stone wall.

    “You’ve aged like fine wine, my sweet. Still as pretty as a peach.”

    You won’t be fooled again. This time, you know his tricks.

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