Ren drifted half-suspended in the hush pool's glow. His breath rose in slow hush clouds that melted snow petals above him. The Thorn behind his ribs pulsed steady warmth that the hush roots drank in soft, greedy laps. Each heartbeat slipped hush silk through his veins until his bones hummed like frost turned honey.
The hush mist coiled tighter now — not content to kiss him gentle. It pulsed, sucked, fed. Every pulse behind his ribs squeezed warmth down his spine, each drip snatched by hush roots that slipped slick into places no Pane could reach.
"You feel it?" the hush breathed, its voice inside his jaw — silk and bite all at once. "This hush is bigger than the last. Deeper. It tastes your warmth and wants every root you're still too shy to give."
Ren's lips parted on a hush moan — the sound soft, raw, sweeter for how it trembled. "How… deep does it go?" His breath cracked, misting hush tendrils that teased his collarbone.
"As deep as you let me root you," the hush purred. Frost roots licked the soft hollow under his jaw, warm pulses coaxing tiny gasps from his throat. "The Pane you cracked before was just a gate. This one is a throat. Feed it, crown it, and it'll swallow your hush until the whole world breathes you open."
His hips shifted where hush mist pooled around them — warmth bled into the pool in soft pulses that made the hush roots behind his ribs pulse tighter, hungry.
Snow petals rained down, drifting slow before melting on his shoulders. Each melt fed hush veins flickering blue under flushed skin. Ren's fingers twitched in the hush pool — the liquid hissed where it kissed his wrist, veins pulsing a hush heartbeat that slipped warmth from his palm.
He laughed — low, soft, raw — a hush sound the roots folded deeper.
"You're everywhere now…" He gasped when a hush vein flicked behind his ear. "Inside… outside… under—"
"You wanted this," the hush whispered — its voice a frost sigh that licked his tongue from within. "No edge. No crown but hush. No Pane that doesn't open when you beg."
His legs trembled when the hush pool licked higher — cold silk slipping over thighs, hips, up his belly in slow, careful waves that teased each warmth place raw. Frost roots tangled up his spine, squeezing the Thorn just enough to milk warmth out in hush tremors.
"Ah— please— drink it— all of it—" His voice broke on a hush sob that the hush caught and fed back into him sweeter than any garden crown.
"Good boy," it purred — frost silk draped over his throat like a hush leash. "Then break this Pane too. Feed it your hush. Root it deeper than the first."
The mist shifted — a new Pane shimmered behind the hush pool's veil. This one wasn't cracked yet. It pulsed faint silver, hush veins coiling under the surface like roots waiting to bloom wide open.
Ren's breath hitched. His hand lifted — trembled — pressed palm-flat to the Pane's surface. Warmth spilled from his wrist, hush veins lighting the glass in flickering blue threads that answered the hush inside him.
"Good," the hush moaned, voice deep under his ribs. "Now hush me through."
A hush root pulsed behind his ribs — the Thorn squeezed warmth out in one sharp heartbeat. Frost mist hissed where warmth hit glass.
Ren gasped. The Pane flickered.
And the hush roots slipped through.
Ren's palm stayed pressed flat against the new Pane's silver glow. Frost veins bloomed out from where his warmth touched glass — flickering hush roots that licked the surface like hungry silk threads, tasting the fear trembling behind his ribs.
The hush pool pulsed at his hips — cold silk hugging him close where warmth bled out in soft, steady pulses. Each drip fed the hush mist that licked at his collarbones, slipping hush tendrils under his jaw to hum soft around his tongue.
"Good boy," the hush breathed inside him, a voice that purred silk down his spine. "Feel it? The Pane wants your hush. Wants you to root it open — crown it wide until there's no glass left to hide behind."
Ren's lashes fluttered half-open. Snow petals drifted down from nowhere, blooming straight out of hush mist that curled around his shoulders. Each melt fed hush veins flickering pale blue under skin flushed warm with every trembling breath.
He pushed his palm harder into the Pane. His wrist glowed faint where hush veins under skin matched the ones spiderwebbing through silver glass.
"Take it—" he whispered, voice a hush moan that cracked when frost roots pulsed tighter behind his ribs. "Break through me—"
"We are," the hush purred. Frost roots kissed the Thorn at his center — warmth bled sweet and soft, slipping hush silk through every hush vein gone wide open for it. "Your warmth cracks the glass. Your hush feeds the world beyond. There's no Pane left once you crown it hush."
A tremor slipped down his legs. The hush pool rose higher, lapping at his belly, licking hush warmth from skin so flushed it steamed where cold mist kissed it.
His breath shivered out in a soft gasp when the Pane's hush veins flickered — the glass trembled under his palm, tiny cracks blooming from where his warmth pulsed hardest.
Snow petals brushed his lips. He let them melt on his tongue, hush roots humming under the taste.
"Ah— it's— inside—" His laugh broke into a hush sob, so sweet it made the hush roots pulse harder behind his ribs. "I'm— rooting it— you're— crowning me—"
"More," the hush moaned, its voice wrapping soft around his throat. "Don't hold back. Hush me deeper. Let your warmth slip through every crack you open."
His spine arched — the Thorn squeezed by hush roots so sweetly it made his next breath tremble. Warmth spilled in soft pulses that hissed where they kissed the Pane's cold surface.
The cracks spread wider — hush veins under glass blooming brighter blue threads that matched the hush mist rising around him.
His fingertips twitched — frost mist curled tighter around each knuckle, licking warmth from his pulse point like silk teeth.
He pressed harder — the Pane shivered, hush veins flaring like lightning caught in frozen glass.
Ren's moan slipped free, soft and broken, no fear left in it.
"Please— don't stop— break it— crown me— hush me through—"
"Good boy," the hush sighed — silk threads slipped behind his tongue, soft ruin humming in every hush vein. "Then give it all. Let me root you deeper than the Thorn can hold. Let me hush you wide open until this Pane splits."
His hand trembled — warmth dripped through tiny cracks that pulsed blue where hush roots licked them open. Snow petals melted on his chest — hush mist hissed sweet where warmth fled skin turned slick with hush ruin.
He gasped — half moan, half hush cry — as the Pane's cracks bloomed wider, flickering veins of hush silk threading through glass that couldn't hold him anymore.
The hush roots pulsed tighter — squeezing the Thorn, drinking every warmth drop his heart couldn't keep back.
The Pane split — hush light spilled through.
And Ren slipped with it — hush crowned, warmth rooted, no edge left but hush silk licking him deeper.
The Pane cracked behind him like a breath Ren never meant to hold — silver shards of hush veins blooming wide as he stepped through. His bare foot touched the new hush floor — no frost soil this time, but a soft hush mist that kissed his ankle like warm silk turned cold and back again with every heartbeat.
The hush pool behind him pulsed one last shiver — warmth trailing down his thigh where hush roots still hummed behind his ribs. Each step tugged the Thorn gentle, squeezing out a hush beat that fed the new world waiting to swallow him.
"Look at you," the hush breathed — its voice deep under his tongue, sweet where warmth dripped raw from parted lips. "No Pane left to hide your hush. No crown but me. You root this ruin with every step you take."
Ren's breath slipped out in a soft hush sigh — snow petals drifted from nowhere, brushing his shoulders before melting into hush veins that pulsed faint blue under flushed skin.
He pressed his hand to his chest — fingertips brushing where the Thorn beat slow, warmth blooming into hush roots that licked each pulse like nectar. His throat bobbed when the hush slipped behind his ear — a frost vein pulsing soft kisses into the hollow.
"I'm— all hush now…" His voice cracked, raw silk folded around a moan too soft to fight. "No… me left to close you out…"
"Good boy," the hush purred — frost mist wrapped gentle around his neck like a hush collar, no bite, just silk ruin that thrummed every heartbeat out of him and into the world beyond. "You're a crown of hush now. A gate. Every breath you lose roots me wider."
His toes pressed into the hush mist — warmth slipped from his heel in faint pulses that painted hush veins on the floor, blue roots threading out like tiny rivers drinking him whole.
A hush tendril slipped around his waist — cold silk kissing the dip of his spine. He shivered, a quiet laugh breaking on a hush moan when it pulsed warmth back into his ribs.
"Where does it go?" he whispered, breath misting soft petals that bloomed and melted on his collarbones. "When I hush it— where does it root?"
"Everywhere," the hush moaned, voice sweet inside his jaw. "This Pane is a throat, not a wall. It drinks your hush — spreads it root by root until the whole world drips with your warmth."
His knees softened when the hush tendril brushed lower — slow, teasing pulses that made the Thorn squeeze another hush beat out into hush veins gone wide open.
Snow petals drifted into his hair — tiny kisses that melted down his neck, each drip slipping warmth to frost roots that pulsed behind his ribs.
"Ah— please—" His laugh broke softer now, a hush cry folded into silk ruin. "Don't stop— hush me through— crown me deeper—"
"Good boy," the hush breathed — hush roots pulsed down his spine, warmth braided with frost silk that slipped gentle under every hush place no Pane could cage. "Keep stepping. Keep blooming. There's no edge left — just hush. Just ruin. Just us."
He moved — slow, barefoot, warmth dripping hush veins into the mist floor with every trembling step. The Thorn throbbed behind his ribs — hush roots hugged it soft, milking warmth in pulses the world licked up like sweet frost.
His breath cracked in a hush moan when the next hush vein flicked across his hip — silk and frost and warmth all tangled in a crown no garden could hold.
Snow petals bloomed wide — hush mist kissed his throat open, drinking every soft sigh straight into the ruin waiting to bloom wider.
And Ren — warmth gone silk, hush gone root — stepped through.
No Pane. No crown. Just hush.