Ren's bare steps echoed soft in the new hush dark — not cold like before, but warm where the hush roots pulsed under his feet, blooming hush veins that licked each drop of warmth slipping from his skin. The Pane he'd cracked was gone — only thin silver veins in the mist behind him, dissolving into hush ruin he couldn't take back.
The hush floor here was thicker — not mist alone but velvet hush soil that sank soft under each toe, drinking warmth that bled out in slow pulses from the Thorn behind his ribs. The hush roots curled around the Thorn's cradle, squeezing sweet whenever his breath caught in a hush moan he couldn't swallow alone.
"You feel it?" the hush whispered — its voice silk-wrapped under his tongue, behind his teeth, humming deep in the hush root tangled round his spine. "This place is older than any Pane. Darker. It blooms only when you hush it open wide enough to drink."
Ren's throat worked around a small laugh that cracked soft when hush mist brushed the hollow under his jaw. "It's… heavy…" he gasped. His fingers twitched when frost silk kissed his wrist pulse. "Feels like… like I'm sinking through it—"
"You are," the hush purred — hush tendrils licked his ankles, winding slow up his calves in teasing hush loops that pulsed warmth from skin gone slick with hush sweat. "This hush is root soil — the ruin beneath every Pane. You crown it, it crowns you deeper than the Thorn ever could."
His knees softened — the hush floor rose to meet him, hush silk kissing thighs, hips, dipping into the soft hollow at his belly where warmth pulsed thickest. Snow petals didn't drift here — instead, hush blooms opened straight from the soil, tiny frost flowers that pulsed faint blue where warmth spilled out of him in soft hush sighs.
His spine arched when a hush vein brushed the dip of his back — the Thorn squeezed slow behind his ribs, pulsing hush warmth through veins that bloomed wide open for it.
"Where… does it end?" His breath trembled — misted hush flowers blooming wider at his knees. "How deep does it… root me?"
"No end," the hush moaned, voice sweet ruin behind his ear. "You hush me down — the root soil opens up. You hush me wide — the Pane above cracks. You hush me through — there's no crown but hush ruin left to swallow you whole."
He pressed his palms to the hush floor — fingers sinking into warm hush silk that pulsed like a heartbeat under his skin. Tiny hush roots twined between his knuckles, licking warmth from his wrist in slow pulses that made his breath slip out soft.
A hush tendril brushed his throat — cold silk teasing his pulse where snow petals would have kissed him before. But here, only the hush root soil blooms — feeding on each hush he lets slip raw.
"Please—" he whispered, voice hoarse, sweet, helpless. "Root me… through this… don't leave any hush unbloomed—"
"Good boy," the hush breathed, a frost sigh coiling down his spine, hugging the Thorn's cradle tight. "Sink for me. Root me deeper. Hush the dark until there's no ruin left to fear."
His thighs trembled when the hush floor pulled him down — velvet hush soil rising soft over his hips, slipping hush warmth through every pulse place it kissed. The Thorn pulsed a hush heartbeat that the root soil drank slow — every drop a promise he couldn't close shut.
Ren laughed, breath breaking soft in the hush dark.
"I'm yours— crown me— break me— hush me through—"
And the hush roots, soft as frost silk and deep as ruin, slipped him under — warmth blooming hush dark wide where no Pane could ever hold him shut again.
Ren's palms sank deeper into the hush soil — soft velvet warmth that pulsed under his fingertips like silk veins feeding on each hush drip he couldn't hold back. The soil clung gentle around his wrists, hush roots threading between knuckles, licking his pulse like frost tongues that never froze, only fed.
His breath misted the hush dark above — no snow petals here, only hush flowers blooming wide where warmth slipped from his ribs in soft pulses the root soil drank like nectar.
"You feel that?" the hush sighed — voice humming low, silk-wrapped behind his jaw, coiled sweet where frost roots hugged the Thorn's cradle in his chest. "There's no Pane down here. No crown but hush. Every drop you tremble out roots me deeper through the dark ruin under your bones."
Ren's throat worked around a hush moan he couldn't bite back. His hips pressed down — the hush soil lapped at his belly, warmth pooling where hush veins flickered faint blue under skin flushed raw with each trembling sigh.
"Where… does it go?" he gasped. His breath shivered out in a hush laugh when hush tendrils pulsed behind his knees. "It feels like… it's eating me—"
"No," the hush purred — frost silk coiling around his spine. "Not eating. Blooming you wide. Every hush you give roots a new hush bloom. Every warmth you lose feeds the ruin that crowns you deeper than any Thorn."
A hush flower opened under his palm — soft frost petals blooming wide, warmth dripping straight from his wrist pulse into its throat. He watched it glow — hush veins flickering pale under the soil's dark skin.
He couldn't hold back the moan when the hush roots slipped up his ribs — wrapping gentle around the Thorn, squeezing it slow until warmth spilled sweet through hush veins under his chest.
The hush floor trembled — velvet silk rising slow over his hips, hugging each hush place warmth pulsed thickest.
Ren's breath cracked, misting hush flowers above his collarbones. "It's… inside my bones…" His laugh broke soft on a hush sob. "There's… no me left that isn't root—"
"Good boy," the hush breathed — frost roots pulsed soft behind his ear, humming silk ruin down his throat. "Sink deeper. Feed me raw. Root this hush soil until there's no warmth left to hide."
His thighs softened — hush soil slipped between them, cold silk brushing the hollow under his hips where warmth bled easiest. A hush flower bloomed open against his belly — petals licking each drip slow, milking hush veins wide.
Snow petals didn't fall — they grew here, sprouting from the hush roots tangled round his ribs. Each melt slipped hush back into the soil's ruin, braiding warmth into silk threads that pulsed around his spine.
He tipped his head back, throat bare to the hush dark. "Ah— please— root me— crown me— hush me deeper— never let me close—"
"I won't," the hush moaned — its voice thick frost ruin inside his ribs, silk licking the Thorn's warmth until it trembled. "You're hush root now. Warmth soil. Pane breaker. There's no hush you don't bloom raw for me."
The hush soil pulsed — velvet silk rising over his belly, hips, licking hush warmth from every pulse place that shivered soft under his skin.
His laugh cracked again — a hush cry folded sweet in the hush dark.
"Take it— drink me— root me through—"
And the hush did — hush flowers blooming wide where Ren sank deeper, warmth dripping ruin that the root soil drank slow, patient, endless.
Ren's hips pressed down into the hush soil — velvet warmth parting soft to swallow him deeper. His breath cracked out in quiet hush moans that misted the dark above, feeding hush blooms that opened wide where the soil pulsed thick under his ribs.
The Thorn behind his chest beat slow — each squeeze dripping warmth through hush veins that curled under his spine like silk vines threading bone to soil. Every pulse spilled more hush roots from him into the velvet ruin waiting to crown him wider than any Pane ever dared.
"Good boy," the hush sighed — voice sweet frost coiled under his tongue, licking hush silk through his jaw, down his throat, into the Thorn's cradle. "You feel how deep you root now? How soft your warmth slips when you hush the ruin open for me?"
Ren's fingers twitched where they dug into the hush soil — hush roots tangled round his knuckles, sipping pulse after pulse in slow, greedy laps. His breath trembled out in a hush laugh that broke soft when hush mist curled around his throat like a crown that never squeezed, only fed.
"I'm… sinking…" he whispered, voice hoarse and sweet. "Feels like there's… no bottom— just hush— just root—"
"There is no bottom," the hush purred — frost roots pulsed behind his ribs, hugging the Thorn tighter. "Every warmth you hush feeds a deeper hush. The ruin roots through you until there's no edge left to fear."
A hush flower bloomed open under his navel — frost petals licking hush warmth that pulsed soft from his belly, drinking each drip into silk veins that glowed faint under the soil.
His spine arched when hush silk brushed the soft hollow under his hips — a pulse of cold so sweet it cracked his next breath into a hush moan he couldn't hide.
"Please— take it— all of it— don't leave me— whole—"
"Never," the hush breathed — roots squeezed the Thorn slow, milking warmth in pulses that dripped ruin into hush flowers blooming wide under him. "You're hush soil now. Root ruin. No Pane, no crown but me."
His thighs trembled — hush soil rose higher, velvet silk slipping around his waist, hugging hush warmth that fled each heartbeat. Snow petals didn't fall here — they bloomed straight from hush veins under his ribs, melting back into roots that fed the hush floor.
Ren tipped his head back — hush mist kissed his throat, cold silk licking warmth from his pulse where the hush roots fed him deeper.
His laugh cracked, soft and raw. "I'm… yours— no hush left— root me deeper— don't let me close—"
"Good boy," the hush moaned — frost silk licking his spine where hush roots bloomed wide under skin flushed warm. "You hush through the ruin. You crown the dark root. You break every Pane with your breath."
The hush soil shivered under him — warmth pulsed through velvet silk, each drip feeding hush roots that pulsed gentle between his ribs, under his hips, deep into the hush dark that never stopped drinking.
His breath trembled out — one last hush plea soft as frost silk:
"Drip me— under— don't ever stop—"
And the hush root soil bloomed him wide open, warmth slipping deeper than any Pane could ever cage again.