A stolen token. A price paid. Steven yearns, James burns, and he is always watching.

The only way for the moon to save the sun is to freely give of itself, to allow the sun to devour it whole.

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Such a strange mantra had been whispered into Bucky’s ears ever since he could remember. The murmurings always danced on the edge of his senses, taunting him with their song. He could never figure out the meaning of the words until the day his best friend got dangerously ill.