Andrea1717

Summary: The bedchamber stood still and silent, lit solely by the glare of the scarlet moon. Steve knew, then, if there was any rustling of the drapes or a scrape against the cold stone floor, it’d be nothing less than a generous warning he scarcely deserved. When it came—the snick of a blade nearly indistinguishable from the howling wind—Steve took no more precaution than a single, calming breath and a plainly whispered, “Are you here to kill me, James?” Steve waits to greet death and an old friend.