Cadoras's Literatures

“Wingmanning is so… hard.”

It’s a lament Ecstasy grieves in the middle of Beau’s tent with his voice muffled as he, once again, buries his face, this time into the pillow Beau has let him stress-squeeze now instead of his palms.

“Well,” Beau contemplates aloud, “it would probably be easier if you didn’t try to kiss Cad—oof.” He’s briskly and deftly cut off by a pillow swung full-force into his face as Ecstasy launches it from his arms and directly at Beau’s head, following it up with an ever-shrill squeak.

“I was not trying to kiss Cadoras!”

Or, how Ecstasy learns that he really, really sucks at being a wingman.

ecstasy bites things. like people

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