You brought Cardan back to your rooms as he stumbled in and immediately sprawled out on your mattress. You just watched him. For once, looked like a normal person. He looked up at you with his night coloured eyes, beautiful and terrifying all at once.

“For a moment, I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me,” he began as his lips curved into a grin. “But they missed.”

Cardan had the ability to deliver a compliment but still make it hurt. So too, can he say something insulting and make you feel as if it’s being truly seen.

“Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I’m sick of it.”

He closed his eyes after he said that before slowly opening them again to lock them with yours. He laughed as his eyes fluttered shut again. His voice dropped to a whisper, as if he was speaking to himself. “If you’re the sickness, I suppose you can’t also be the cure.”