illium

Aodhan glanced over,the faint smile on his face deeply welcome after two painful centuries when Illium hadn't been able to reach his friend, no matter how hard he tried. Aodhan's psychic scars might never fade, but he was rising past them in a show of grit and strength no one who didn't know him could fully understand.The twenty-three months Aodhan had been missing had been the most horrific period of Illium's life... worse than when he'd lost his mortal lover. He'd survived losing her. He didn't know if he could survive losing Aodhan.Never before had he seen that truth so clearly and it shook him.

Illium, his expression subdued as it had been for too many days, turned to her. __ind if I have a go?___ick his ass.__tripping off his shirt and boots, Illium held out his hand for one of Venom__ blades. Lips curving, Venom passed it over. __ure you can handle me, pretty, pretty Bluebell?___id I ever tell you about my snakeskin boots?_ A savage grin, and she knew Venom was about to bear the brunt of whatever haunted the blue-winged angel.Venom swirled his blade in hand. __ do think I need some new feathers for my pillow.

The longer you live, the more mistakes you make. And the more sorrows you carry.

Illium, with his wings of silver-kissed blue and a face designed to seduce both males and females, not to mention his ability to do the most impossible acrobatics in the air, would provide a worthy diversion. The fact that he__ decided to ditch half his clothing was just icing on the cake.