They won't strip you of your skin. The won't cut off your hands. They won't burn you alive. Just keep your life a secret and it will all be ok. (A Setosorcerer fic. Ft. Skydoesminecraft, truemu, munchingbrotato, kkcomics, Jerome asf, bajancanadian, and all of that.)

Kankri Vantas has always claimed to be celibate, or is it a cover up to hid his loneliness and shame? Can a certain handsome violet blood reignite his desire for pride, lust, and hope?

A forbidden love of a man, shunned and shamed because of what runs through his veins. Could someone give him reason to live once more, or will his disgusting blood become lead and weigh him down in life?