And as the haunting music washed over them, as he sat in the shadow of his protector and his jailer, Kieran realized with a terrifying, absolute certainty that curled in his stomach like a sleeping serpent:
He didn't want to be free.
This was better than freedom. This was a real education. This was belonging.
I told you, anything can be a love story if you’re fucked up in the head enough and Kieran is my kind of fucked up.
Im low key jealous. I’ll work out the reasons why later.