Obsessive Love-Dangerous Love
-The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane💟🌸🦄

The lighthouse stood as a lone sentinel on the jagged coast, its ancient walls creaking against the relentless wind. Inside, the dim glow of a single candle flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls.

Quaraun sat beside BoomFuzzy, his silver hair cascading over his shoulders, gleaming in the candlelight. His gold-plated armour gloves rested gently on the worn quilt, fingers tracing invisible patterns.

The quilt Quaraun held was a mesmerizing patchwork of silk and velvet, each piece a story stitched into the fabric of their lives.

The crazy quilt featured a riot of colours and textures: deep crimson velvet squares bordered with intricate golden embroidery, shimmering pink silk patches adorned with delicate silver thread, and vibrant emerald green segments embellished with floral patterns. Scattered among these were patches of midnight blue and amethyst purple, their surfaces embroidered with moonlit scenes and arcane symbols.

Tiny beads and pearls were sewn into the seams, catching the candlelight and creating a constellation of sparkling stars. Every patch was a labour of love, a fragment of memory, and together they formed a resplendent tapestry that spoke of a journey filled with magic, love, and an indomitable spirit.

Quaraun tucked the quilt over his sleeping husband.

BoomFuzzy slept soundly, his long grey dreadlocks splayed across the pillow. The Phooka-turned-Lich looked peaceful, a stark contrast to the tumultuous world outside.

Quaraun’s blue eyes softened as he gazed at his husband, the delicate lines of BoomFuzzy’s face, the rise and fall of his chest.

In sleep, BoomFuzzy seemed almost fragile, a tender reminder of the love that bound them together.

Quaraun’s thoughts wandered through the foggy recesses of his mind, the howling wind outside mirroring the storm within. Love was ineffable, a sacred connection that defied the bleak reality of their existence. It was a force that transcended the Necromancer’s dark arts, something that could not be conjured with spells or summoned from the beyond.

It was in the silent moments, like this, that Quaraun felt love’s true power.

He remembered the first time he had met BoomFuzzy, a chance encounter in a snow-laden forest. The Phooka possessed a wild and untamed spirit, yet Quaraun felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. Their bond had grown, weathering the trials of a dystopian world, surviving the fracturing of the moon and the rise of undead horrors. Through it all, their love had remained, a beacon in the darkness.

In the shadowed silence, hearts entwine,
Love’s sacred thread, a bond divine.
Soft whispers weave through moonlit air,
A promise held, beyond compare.

Beneath the stars, where dreams align,
Our spirits merge, like ancient wine.
Glistening gaze, a tender touch,
In silent vows, we say so much.

Through tempest’s roar and thunder’s cry,
Our love remains, a lullaby.
Misty mornings, gentle sighs,
Together we, beneath wide skies.

Waves whisper secrets to the shore,
Eternal echoes, evermore.
Fragrant flowers bloom and fade,
Yet our love’s light shall never jade.

In your arms, the world is still,
A sacred bond, a sacred thrill.
With every beat, our hearts conspire,
Two souls afire, a love entire.

Eternal echoes, endless song,
In love’s embrace, we both belong.
A tapestry of tender threads,
Where sacred love forever spreads.

“What’cha writing?”

GhoulSpawn’s voice startled Quaraun.

“A poem,” Quaraun answered. “About how much I love BoomFuzzy.”

“Oh.” GhoulSpawn made his way to the table and rummaged around with the parts from the food truck that he was trying to repair.

“He scares me,” GhoulSpawn said.

“He loves you. We both do.”

“I know. But he’s a Lich. A Phooka, who became a Lich, and, I don’t know. That just scares me.”

BoomFuzzy stirred slightly, murmuring in his sleep. Quaraun smiled, a rare expression that softened his usually stern visage. He leaned closer, brushing a stray lock of hair from BoomFuzzy’s face. The touch was gentle, filled with an affection that words could never convey.

“Unicorn,” Quaraun whispered, his voice barely audible over the wailing wind.

BoomFuzzy’s eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile curling on his lips.

“Love,” he murmured, reaching out to touch Quaraun’s hand.

Quaraun nodded, the words hanging between them rich with unspoken meaning. In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only the soft rustle of the quilt, the warmth of BoomFuzzy’s touch, and the silent understanding that bound them together.

BoomFuzzy as a terrifying warlord was a sight to behold, a figure cloaked in the black and purple tartan of his heritage, eyes burning with an otherworldly fury. His long grey dreadlocks whipped through the air as he commanded legions of undead minions with a mere flick of his obsidian blade. The Lich King’s presence alone could silence a battlefield, the very ground trembling beneath his feet as he unleashed dark magics and summoned spectral horrors.

BoomFuzzy’s voice, once melodic, now echoed with the chilling tones of a lich, each word a spell that could rend flesh from bone. His reputation as a merciless conqueror spread like wildfire, his name whispered in fear and reverence among those who dared oppose him.

But in stark contrast, BoomFuzzy as a kind, gentle, loving husband was the embodiment of warmth and tenderness. In the soft glow of their lighthouse, BoomFuzzy moved with a grace that belied his fearsome exterior, his blind eyes full of unspoken love and understanding. His powerfully strong hands, capable of wielding devastating magic, now tenderly prepared meals that brought comfort and joy to Quaraun.

His laughter was a soothing balm, his voice a gentle caress as he spoke in his charming Scottish brogue, calling Quaraun “me wee lil Elf” with a smile that could light up the darkest night. In these moments, BoomFuzzy was not a warlord, but a devoted partner, his heart full of a love that transcended the horrors of their world, creating a sanctuary of peace and belonging in each other’s arms.

BoomFuzzy yawned and sat up, looking around sleepily. “Did I hear the goat being a feared of me?”

“I’m a sheep,” GhoulSpawn said from across the room.

“Aye.” BoomFuzzy got up and joined GhoulSpawn at the table. “Ya gots me food truck fixed yet?”

“Nope.”

“Yis a feared of me, Ghouly?”

“I… I… try not to be.”

“Is ya certain it should no be Quaraun yas fears?”

“Why would I be scared of Quaraun?” GhoulSpawn looked past BoomFuzzy towards Quaraun, who was the most innocent, harmless looking little waif of a man that GhoulSpawn had ever seen. He simply could not fathom a reason to be scared of Quaraun.

“Him do no like competition.”

“Competition?”

“Did ya know I had another husband before I met Quaraun?”

“No.”

“Hmmm. Well, I did. In fact, I was with him for nigh on thirty years after I met Quaraun.”

“Weren’t you two together almost as soon as you met?”

“Aye. Quaraun were the ‘other woman’ so to speak.”

“You were cheating on your first husband with Quaraun?”

“First?” BoomFuzzy shook his head and chuckled. “No. Gibedon was far from me first. Him just were one I was with when I met Quaraun. There were many before him. Ghouly, I is a Faerie. We live thousands of years. And we is mostly male. Ain’t enough female Fae to go around. So, we take none Fae lovers or male Fae lovers, as there is no other option. But none Fae lovers, means we will have hundreds of lovers in our lifetime, just because we live tens of thousands of years and most none Fae do not live much past a hundred.”

“Uhm… okay… but… what does that to do with me being scared of you and not Quaraun? I don’t understand the point you are trying to make.”

“Ya does na know how I died, do you?”

“You killed yourself.”

“Aye. Do ya knows why?”

“Uhm… “ GhoulSpawn tried to think if he had ever been told and he could not remember.

Quaraun, who had been listening to the conversation, walked over to the table, where BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn sat, reached into his pink beaded heart shaped bag of holding, pulled out Gibedon’s head and plopped it down on the table, facing GhoulSpawn.

“What… what the hell is that?” GhoulSpawn recoiled.

“Ah! Meet me previous husband,” BoomFuzzy said. “This is Gibedon. What’s left of him.”

“Why…?” GhoulSpawn gave a questioning glance to Quaraun. “Why was there a severed head in your bag?”

Quaraun picked up the Dark Elf’s head by the hair, and held it close to his face, then returned it to the bag.

“He tried to kill BoomFuzzy,” Quaraun said, as if that was an answer to GhoulSpawn’s question.

“So? I don’t think answered my question.”

“He caught me and BoomFuzzy in bed together. Tried to kill me, but BoomFuzzy got in the way. Tried to stop him. So, Gibedon, stabbed BoomFuzzy in the belly. Left him for dead. Then turned on me again. So I cut his head off. BoomFuzzy’s injury was not able to be healed. He suffered in agony for weeks. The wound got infected. Sepsis. He would have continued to suffer for many more weeks, only to die in agony. So he poisoned our food. He planned to kill us both. It was only by accident that I did not eat my meal that day. I saved the poison, and used it to kill my wife and children, and use their souls to resurrect BoomFuzzy, thus how he became a Lich.”

“So, you, both of you, were each married to someone else?” GhoulSpawn looked confused and surprised. “You were cheating on your spouses with each other?”

“I was forced to marry my wife against my will,” Quaraun explained, unable to contain the rage seething from his voice. “It was an arranged marriage, because my uncle the King, had no sons, only daughters. And I never willfully had sex with her. She raped me to get those children of hers. And she planned to kill me and the king, when my sons were adults, so she could be regent queen and rule the Moon Elves through them. I was nothing but a breeder for that fucking bitch. I hated her. She tortured me and raped me, belittled me and humiliated me in public every chance she could get. I do not regret killing that fucking whore! Nor do I regret killing Gibedon.”

Quaraun paced franticly as he spoke.

“He never loved BoomFuzzy. He was Findaru’s second in command. He seduced BoomFuzzy so he could become a part of the UnSeelie Court. BoomFuzzy was King Gwallmmaiic, King of the Realm of Fae, a title Findaru wanted.”

Quaraun reached into his bag and pulled out a different head, this time one of a Faerie with flaming red hair, and slammed it on the table in front of GhoulSpawn.

“Findaru — -” Quaraun continued.

“Is that Findaru?” GhoulSpawn asked, pointing to the new head.

“Yes!”

“Ah! Of course it is.”

“Findaru — -”

“You killed him as well?”

“Yes, I did.”

“How many people have you killed?”

“Hundreds.”

“Hundreds?”

“Hundreds.”

BoomFuzzy leaned over to GhoulSpawn and said: “Serial killer. That’s what he’s wanted for, remember?”

“ARE you?” GhoulSpawn asked Quaraun. “A serial killer?”

Quaraun pulled out a wanted poster and held it up beside his face.

“How do they ever expect to catch me with images like this on my wanted posters!”

“What?”

GhoulSpawn blinked, then looked to BoomFuzzy, hoping for an explanation. But BoomFuzzy only pulled out an apple and began peeling it, while smirking and trying not to laugh.

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE:

PREFERABLY DEAD:

QUARAUN THE INSANE: SERIAL KILLER

Also Known as: The Pink Necromancer

Answers to: The Sacred Pink JellyFish

Wanted for Necromancy, Demonology, Sorcery, Black Magic, murder, rape, buggery, sodomy, cross-dressing, bathing more than twice a year, eating Human brains. . .…Murdered his wife, four children, King of the Moon Elves, the entire Moon Elf Village, General Gibedon, High Counsellor Findaru, Ghirardelli The Swamp Hag…

GhoulSpawn was unable to read the read, as Quaraun was now waving his arms around franticly, flapping the poster as he did so.

“LOOK AT THAT PICTURE!”

“I was trying to read the words.”

“Forget the words! Look at the picture!”

“Why?”

“This picture doesn’t do me justice. That artist, clearly never saw me. How do The Justice Mages ever expect to capture me if they can’t even find an artist that can capture my glorious beauty?”

“Your… glorious… beauty?”

BoomFuzzy leaned close to GhoulSpawn and said: “Tell him, he’s beautiful, Ghouly. You’ll never hear the end of it if ya don’t.”

“He is beautiful — -”

“Good goat,” BoomFuzzy said while patting GhoulSpawn on the head.

“I’m a sheep.”

“That picture looks nothing like me,” Quaraun continued. “Really, they need to get a better portrait artists. Ugh. Look at that picture.” Quaraun held the poster up beside his face. “I am the most beautiful Elf the world has ever seen. Look at me!”

Neither BoomFuzzy nor GhoulSpawn said anything, so Quaraun continued on.

“Ugh. Look at that picture. I am the most elegant Elf the world has ever looked upon. Look at me! This picture doesn’t do me justice. That artist definitely never looked at me. How do they ever expect to arrest me if they can’t even find an artist that can capture my illustrious good looks?”

“You’re very vain, aren’t you?” GhoulSpawn asked.

“Of course I am. You would be too, if you were as beautiful as me. You know, I should do a sit down with their artist. Pose for my wanted poster. It would at least give them a fighting chance of trying to catch me. Not that they could. I am the most powerful wizard the world has ever known, after all. Now I ask you, does this even look anything like me?”

“Well, you’re right,” GhoulSpawn agreed. “It doesn’t look like you.”

“See?” Quaraun said to BoomFuzzy as he put the poster away.

“This why we can na settle down no where,” BoomFuzzy said to GhoulSpawn. “Why we have to travel everywhere. Why he rips wanted posters off walls in every town we go in. Him Pink Necromancer. Quaraun the Insane.”

“I’m NOT INSANE!” Quaraun shrieked at BoomFuzzy, now holding his rainbow wand against BoomFuzzy’s nose.

“Ooooh. Nooooo. Soooo not insane,” BoomFuzzy crooned as he plucked the wand from Quaraun’s gold plated hand.

GhoulSpawn looked back and forth between Quaraun and BoomFuzzy.

“Uhm… why… why,” GhoulSpawn stumbled over his words. “Why do you keep killing people?”

“They all had one thing in common,” BoomFuzzy said, not giving Quaraun a chance to answer.

“Which was?”

Quaraun picked up Findaru’s head and returned it to the pink beaded heart shaped bag.

“They all hated BoomFuzzy,” Quaraun said dryly.

“Him me biggest screaming fanboy,” BoomFuzzy said.

The three of them remained silent for a long time.

It was GhoulSpawn who finally broke the silence.

“How many heads do you have in that bag?” he asked Quaraun.

“Hundreds.”

“Hundreds?”

“Hundreds.”

“Why?”

“I love BoomFuzzy.”

“Yes.” GhoulSpawn nodded. “I can see that.”

“They hurt BoomFuzzy.“

“All of them?”

“All of them. No one hurts BoomFuzzy. I won’t allow it.”

BoomFuzzy pulled Quaraun close and kissed him. “Ye dinnae ken how much ye mean tae me, me wee lil Elf.”

As Quaraun sat beside BoomFuzzy, watching the firelight dance across his husband’s peaceful face, he mused over the duality that defined the Phooka-turned-Lich.

The world only knew the monster, the fearsome Lich King of Fire Mountain, whose very name inspired terror and awe.

They whispered of his dark deeds, his relentless conquests, and his command over the undead legions.

Yet, they were blind to the side Quaraun cherished most — the kind, loving soul who whispered sweet nothings in the quiet of night, the protective partner who shielded his family with unyielding devotion, the gentle touch that brought warmth to the coldest of days.

Quaraun wondered if the world would still fear him if they could see this tender side, the BoomFuzzy who lovingly prepared meals, mended torn garments, and held Quaraun close during his worst nightmares.

This thought lingered, a bittersweet question that hung in the air: could they ever reconcile the monstrous legend with the compassionate heart he knew so well?

BoomFuzzy was correct. It was Quaraun, whom the world needed to fear.

Quaraun, who could not see BoomFuzzy as the monster everyone else saw.

Quaraun, whom had already unleashed Hell’s dead on the world in his pursuit to bring back his husband's soul to the land of the living.

Quaraun, who could be trusted to never let anything get between him and his obsessive, dangerous love for BoomFuzzy.

The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.

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