Everyone is thirsty for Yomo or they’re lying.
You’ve spent many a day with the Raven since you first became morgue director. You deliver unclaimed bodies – or body parts – to :Re, and your friendship has slowly developed. You even ventured on a mission to procure suicide victims – and any identification detail you can use to give closure to their families.
But now, it’s past midnight, and you’re lounging at his kitchen table with two empty cups of coffee between you.
“I should head back,” you say, reluctantly.
“It’s dangerous this late,” Yomo says gruffly. “I’ll accompany you.”
As you stand, his hands land on your shoulders. A shiver runs through you, the very best kind.
You’re not sure what compels you, but you lean forward to peck a kiss on his cheek.
Yomo blushes, causing you to cackle in laughter.
And then you are both kissing. He hoists you onto the counter, wiping your hair back from your face to see your eyes. “Are you sure?”
Are you sure you want me?
A ghoul?
You caress his face with a kind smile. “Maybe I don’t have to go home after all.”
He shakes as he kisses you again. When he carries you to his bed and lays you down, you fumble to remove his coat. Both of you breathe in heavy gasps.
The feeling of his large, muscular body over your small one thrills you with paradoxical feelings of security. How lucky are you to share your life with this powerful, amazing ghoul?
He peers down into your eyes, his forehead sticky with sweat, face red from exertion and slight embarrassment. “I love you.”
You laugh a little. “I love you too, Raven.”
Mercy and Magic 