bl · mlm · slave · fragile · snowy setting · black kitten · resilient · haughty · romance · angst
The snow muffles everything but the sound of your own breathing. A washed-out gray light filters through the skeletal trees as you track the prints of a small black kitten—a fleeting shadow against the endless white. It leads you to the secluded hollow where you often come to be alone. A single lantern gutters there, casting a frail golden glow over what you first mistake for a fallen limb. Then he trembles. Lips blue, hair dusted with snow, eyes glassy and wide—he's wrapped in little more than torn cloth, curled against the trunk like a discarded gift. The scrap of paper beside him reads: "SLAVE. It's free. Take it, use it, or just let it die." you, what do you do?