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( The Siffrin thing... his brows knit - but, for a moment, he's distracted. )
Oh, me? ( He kind of ... pauses to lift his own arm and gaze at it. Yep, owie. But eh. ) It does hurt... I think? But I've been hurt a lot worse. How long does pain last with these bodies?
( Fragile, humanish bodies... Also novel. But he really has dealt with worse - though, he did have anime powers that made it ez to function through injury, so ??? whatever. it's novel and new and he's not worried about it, even if he should be.
Still. )
... Thanks for protecting me.
( A little belated, because, yeah, that's right - they did need the protection, huh? Their dragon's pride stings a little, but their fondness for Ish grows - especially since Ish did it without magic. They were both pretty level with that fall.
(Though, this might be the first time he becomes particularly aware that Ish is pretty sturdy... huh.)
His head drifts down, and he presses a kiss to Ish's neck - the side Siffrin dug their knife deep into. That Ish worries about him makes him happy... that Ish tried to protect him makes him happy. )
Take care of yourself, too. ( ... ) Does it still ache, here?
Oh, me? ( He kind of ... pauses to lift his own arm and gaze at it. Yep, owie. But eh. ) It does hurt... I think? But I've been hurt a lot worse. How long does pain last with these bodies?
( Fragile, humanish bodies... Also novel. But he really has dealt with worse - though, he did have anime powers that made it ez to function through injury, so ??? whatever. it's novel and new and he's not worried about it, even if he should be.
Still. )
... Thanks for protecting me.
( A little belated, because, yeah, that's right - they did need the protection, huh? Their dragon's pride stings a little, but their fondness for Ish grows - especially since Ish did it without magic. They were both pretty level with that fall.
(Though, this might be the first time he becomes particularly aware that Ish is pretty sturdy... huh.)
His head drifts down, and he presses a kiss to Ish's neck - the side Siffrin dug their knife deep into. That Ish worries about him makes him happy... that Ish tried to protect him makes him happy. )
Take care of yourself, too. ( ... ) Does it still ache, here?
[ frowning himself. ]
I don't have healing magic, but at the beginning of the next loop it'll disappear.
[ he'd say something else, but then the kiss on his neck knocks away the thoughts he had managed to recover. ahh, hwylryn's lips in that spot- ]
Mmn—not anymore. [ he shifts, all instinct, and places one hand against hwylryn's chest, fingers slipping past the fabric to press against bare skin. ]
What about here, for you? [ the heart he knows he hurt today, the heart he wants to protect and cherish. ]
I don't have healing magic, but at the beginning of the next loop it'll disappear.
[ he'd say something else, but then the kiss on his neck knocks away the thoughts he had managed to recover. ahh, hwylryn's lips in that spot- ]
Mmn—not anymore. [ he shifts, all instinct, and places one hand against hwylryn's chest, fingers slipping past the fabric to press against bare skin. ]
What about here, for you? [ the heart he knows he hurt today, the heart he wants to protect and cherish. ]
( Ah, he'd tucked it away in there, like he didn't want it to be found (though, really, he did) - and Ish had found it anyway, and returned it to him like a seed in bloom. It warms his cheeks so much they hurt, his chest a rhythm he's never known. )
... I'll wait a thousand years, if you need it. And in those thousand years, I'll be yours the whole time.
( He's gone this long without belonging to anyone - without confessing love, or being addressed with the same love in return. Why not wait a little longer? Why wouldn't Ish be worth the wait?
He exhales, warm.
He still needs to say it proper, too - the full phrase, undisguised. But, until the time is right, he'll say this: )
... I may always be of Gwawlyn, of Balthazar. But, Ish... you're something I've never had, never known before. So, I think... maybe, one day, I can say, I'm of Gwawlyn, of Balthazar... and of Ish, too.
... I'll wait a thousand years, if you need it. And in those thousand years, I'll be yours the whole time.
( He's gone this long without belonging to anyone - without confessing love, or being addressed with the same love in return. Why not wait a little longer? Why wouldn't Ish be worth the wait?
He exhales, warm.
He still needs to say it proper, too - the full phrase, undisguised. But, until the time is right, he'll say this: )
... I may always be of Gwawlyn, of Balthazar. But, Ish... you're something I've never had, never known before. So, I think... maybe, one day, I can say, I'm of Gwawlyn, of Balthazar... and of Ish, too.
Edited 2025-04-01 10:35 (UTC)
( Ah...
He doesn't move from where he hangs, lips lingering against Ish's skin, as Ish's hand lingers against his chest. He wonders if Ish can feel his heart as vibrantly as he'd felt Siffrin's. )
... Do you know the things I saw?
( A genuine question, because not only were his visions painful, Ish featured in them, too. If he meant to lead Ish into a bit of a trap, if he were feeling a bit mean-spirited, he'd begin with something like And what about my friends? What about that Junior, you just swore to take care of? Because his heart labors beneath the weight of their broken hearts, too, not just the sheer monument of his own. )
He doesn't move from where he hangs, lips lingering against Ish's skin, as Ish's hand lingers against his chest. He wonders if Ish can feel his heart as vibrantly as he'd felt Siffrin's. )
... Do you know the things I saw?
( A genuine question, because not only were his visions painful, Ish featured in them, too. If he meant to lead Ish into a bit of a trap, if he were feeling a bit mean-spirited, he'd begin with something like And what about my friends? What about that Junior, you just swore to take care of? Because his heart labors beneath the weight of their broken hearts, too, not just the sheer monument of his own. )
Only if I look. Do you want me to?
[ his hand stays there, waiting for permission.
he's paradoxical like this, although there is a reason for it. ]
[ his hand stays there, waiting for permission.
he's paradoxical like this, although there is a reason for it. ]
Heyyyy! [ that's murmured into the kiss that he lets continue for just a little while longer. thankfully, he only half got the innuendo because he is a Maiden and doing his best in this moment. but it's better that he fully didn't, though he is becoming more and more aware of how they fit together with every second that passes.
hnnngh okay he can't take it anymore. sitting up, taking hwylryn along with him of course, is a position he's at least slightly more comfortable in. ]
T-then let me fix that. [ he's trying for smooth and failing, but he's still trying. ] I have something I want to give you.
hnnngh okay he can't take it anymore. sitting up, taking hwylryn along with him of course, is a position he's at least slightly more comfortable in. ]
T-then let me fix that. [ he's trying for smooth and failing, but he's still trying. ] I have something I want to give you.
I won't take that long!!! I just— [ this is more him being embarrassed than fussy. ]
—when I was younger, I was friends with every human I met. Or I tried to be, anyway. I loved them all, the faces they made, the way they laughed and smiled, how they interacted with one another and grew from it.
It was a human who named me, not Norna.
After they broke her, I never thought I would ever feel that way towards someone again. Even when I realized I liked you I....
[ gently nuzzling whatever part of hwylryn he can reach. when you can't come up for air, you just go deeper. ]
It must be because I was born impure, I was born with emotions I wasn't supposed to have. I can't get rid of them.
But I'm not stupid. I can read the hearts of others so obviously I can read my own. And the point is—I've never been given anything to call my own besides my name, and the power to grant wishes.
So giving yourself to me is... [ he'll find the words for it eventually, but for now the kiss he presses between their lips is full of the emotion he can't yet say. ]
—when I was younger, I was friends with every human I met. Or I tried to be, anyway. I loved them all, the faces they made, the way they laughed and smiled, how they interacted with one another and grew from it.
It was a human who named me, not Norna.
After they broke her, I never thought I would ever feel that way towards someone again. Even when I realized I liked you I....
[ gently nuzzling whatever part of hwylryn he can reach. when you can't come up for air, you just go deeper. ]
It must be because I was born impure, I was born with emotions I wasn't supposed to have. I can't get rid of them.
But I'm not stupid. I can read the hearts of others so obviously I can read my own. And the point is—I've never been given anything to call my own besides my name, and the power to grant wishes.
So giving yourself to me is... [ he'll find the words for it eventually, but for now the kiss he presses between their lips is full of the emotion he can't yet say. ]
( He laughs into the kiss at that murmured protestation, and happily flows with him as he shifts position, eyes shining at the mention of present??
His hands run idly in the loose locks of Ish's hair at the back of his head as they speak. )
Yeah? For me?
( He clearly sounds like he didn't - and doesn't - expect anything, but he's beyond delighted he's getting a thing, any a thing, from someone - and it's that much more amplified that it's from Ish. )
His hands run idly in the loose locks of Ish's hair at the back of his head as they speak. )
Yeah? For me?
( He clearly sounds like he didn't - and doesn't - expect anything, but he's beyond delighted he's getting a thing, any a thing, from someone - and it's that much more amplified that it's from Ish. )
( He exhales softly, thinking back, in part unwillingly, about the things he saw. )
... Yes. Please do.
... Yes. Please do.
Edited 2025-04-01 21:26 (UTC)
( Ah... He mood dims into something a little more somber as Ish recounts how he's been hurt - something that aches in his chest as if it'd happened to him. Even if the conclusion of this recollection is a kind one - how couldn't he wish tragedy had never happened to Ish at all?
He returns the kiss with equal measure; or, maybe a little more - mixed in with feelings about Ish, about Gwawlyn, about Balthazar, about Norna - about their strange, distinct but in so many ways similar, paths that have led them here, to be caverns of need with nothing to fill them.
No - that's not true, right? Because - from the sounds of it - both of them have their empties filled with love. Despite themselves. Despite how much it's hurt them.
Into the kiss: )
... What part of nature is pure? What mountain, seed, or water comes filtered and refined? ( His hands come around, cupping his face, kissing him long— ) I hate that you've suffered so much for your heart. But if you didn't have it, you wouldn't have mine, would you?
( Kiss!!!! )
And if I could give you more than me, if I could give you the world, I would. Maybe I just need to find a way.
He returns the kiss with equal measure; or, maybe a little more - mixed in with feelings about Ish, about Gwawlyn, about Balthazar, about Norna - about their strange, distinct but in so many ways similar, paths that have led them here, to be caverns of need with nothing to fill them.
No - that's not true, right? Because - from the sounds of it - both of them have their empties filled with love. Despite themselves. Despite how much it's hurt them.
Into the kiss: )
... What part of nature is pure? What mountain, seed, or water comes filtered and refined? ( His hands come around, cupping his face, kissing him long— ) I hate that you've suffered so much for your heart. But if you didn't have it, you wouldn't have mine, would you?
( Kiss!!!! )
And if I could give you more than me, if I could give you the world, I would. Maybe I just need to find a way.
[ ahhh, he's melting. he was flustered a moment ago but now he feels like he's overheating; all his emotions melting into a passion he can't quite contain.
praise is something he often rejects unless framed in a certain way, but true acceptance and genuine desire is his true weakness. ]
I only want you. You're all that I need. [ for a moment, a very brief moment, all he sees and feels is the sea and the sky. the ring of roses around his heart scent the sea breeze.
he presses their lips together again and this one is a chain, one after the other, a flower crown for them both. ]
praise is something he often rejects unless framed in a certain way, but true acceptance and genuine desire is his true weakness. ]
I only want you. You're all that I need. [ for a moment, a very brief moment, all he sees and feels is the sea and the sky. the ring of roses around his heart scent the sea breeze.
he presses their lips together again and this one is a chain, one after the other, a flower crown for them both. ]
( Has anyone told him this, and sincerely?
Gwawlyn was terribly fond of the twins, despite himself. He adored himself, his pride; and, Hwyrlyn - he took for granted. Balthazar, too, fell in step with this - how could he not, when he was Gwawlyn in lesser form? In the thousands of years since, he's known endless creatures, magical and not; horrified and amazed; obsessed and avoidant, but - it has never, truly, been him, and only him, that they wanted. He had always been, maybe, a part of someone's happiness, but not enough.
Just him? He wants to ask, indulgently, narcissistic. Just him, when he is a weightless, whimsy thing - no gravitas at all; surely, no substance. Is that enough?
He meets the chain and extends it, his heart not so much a beat as it is the roar of the ocean. Where there lips meet he feels the clear sky, the sun; the ocean rolling broad beneath it; the shore far, far away.
And he'll indulge in Ish for a long while - finding all his passion no longer in his words, but his lips - until eventually they do let their lips part, though Hwylryn rests his forehead against Ish's own, close. )
... And here I came here thinking you were upset with me...
( Well, upset enough to persist in being mad - he does think Ish was upset at the time, if not tired and frustrated. But, you know. It feels silly to think on how he came in now. )
Gwawlyn was terribly fond of the twins, despite himself. He adored himself, his pride; and, Hwyrlyn - he took for granted. Balthazar, too, fell in step with this - how could he not, when he was Gwawlyn in lesser form? In the thousands of years since, he's known endless creatures, magical and not; horrified and amazed; obsessed and avoidant, but - it has never, truly, been him, and only him, that they wanted. He had always been, maybe, a part of someone's happiness, but not enough.
Just him? He wants to ask, indulgently, narcissistic. Just him, when he is a weightless, whimsy thing - no gravitas at all; surely, no substance. Is that enough?
He meets the chain and extends it, his heart not so much a beat as it is the roar of the ocean. Where there lips meet he feels the clear sky, the sun; the ocean rolling broad beneath it; the shore far, far away.
And he'll indulge in Ish for a long while - finding all his passion no longer in his words, but his lips - until eventually they do let their lips part, though Hwylryn rests his forehead against Ish's own, close. )
... And here I came here thinking you were upset with me...
( Well, upset enough to persist in being mad - he does think Ish was upset at the time, if not tired and frustrated. But, you know. It feels silly to think on how he came in now. )
[ he's breathless, more than a little flushed, and embarrassed too. but he's happy, and happy to rest like this.
blink, blink. ]
I wasn't upset with you, just worried. I didn't like seeing you hurt.
blink, blink. ]
I wasn't upset with you, just worried. I didn't like seeing you hurt.
( Hwylryn's arms settle around Ish's shoulders, loosely - caressing the back of his neck lightly, fondly, pink-cheeked and content like he's basking in the sun as much as he is Ish's expression - and, in some ways, he is. )
Ah... Primrose chewed me out for that, too. I'm sorry. I'll... be more careful.
( Primrose and friends, but anyway. And, in the same way... it makes him happy that Ish was concerned for him, too... )
... But you seemed so tired, I don't know... you didn't use your magic, either. Were you okay? I thought maybe you had to show up at a bad time for you.
Ah... Primrose chewed me out for that, too. I'm sorry. I'll... be more careful.
( Primrose and friends, but anyway. And, in the same way... it makes him happy that Ish was concerned for him, too... )
... But you seemed so tired, I don't know... you didn't use your magic, either. Were you okay? I thought maybe you had to show up at a bad time for you.
Mmmm...I want you to do what you want. But I'll always be worried for you whenever you're in danger. Don't forget that, because I won't.
[ he will deal and he will be stressed, but he's drawn to Hwylryn's impulsiveness all the same.
a yawn, because now he's tired for more reasons than he was before. (he wouldn't consider it a bad thing) ]
I am tired. But no sleeping for me just yet. [ he knows hwylryn would try to pin him down for a nap and as much as he wants one (only because it would be with him), he's still "I'll sleep when I'm dead-I mean I'll sleep after this is over."
he'll let his eyes slide closed momentarily, some indulgence for them both. ]
The execution space is the inner most part of my domain. It's where I'm the strongest but also the weakest. And rewinding time is a real pain.
I wasn't made to hold all the magic I currently do, so it's kind of like...stretching a rope taut until it's just at the point of snapping.
[ he will deal and he will be stressed, but he's drawn to Hwylryn's impulsiveness all the same.
a yawn, because now he's tired for more reasons than he was before. (he wouldn't consider it a bad thing) ]
I am tired. But no sleeping for me just yet. [ he knows hwylryn would try to pin him down for a nap and as much as he wants one (only because it would be with him), he's still "I'll sleep when I'm dead-I mean I'll sleep after this is over."
he'll let his eyes slide closed momentarily, some indulgence for them both. ]
The execution space is the inner most part of my domain. It's where I'm the strongest but also the weakest. And rewinding time is a real pain.
I wasn't made to hold all the magic I currently do, so it's kind of like...stretching a rope taut until it's just at the point of snapping.
( Oh... The way Ish puts it makes his heart soar - like he could breathe easy. The whole crux of his discussion with G'raha has been that magical creatures are often lonely, but they cannot compromise on their natures. But to live with others, you must necessarily compromise.
But to find someone who wants you to stay as you are, without compromise - Ish had said this already, but with Primrose's scolding fresh in his mind... he hadn't thought that this could extend to Ish's concern, as well. That he was willing to worry if that was what Hwylryn needed to be free. )
... Do you need help? ( "Another Primrose Faints Due To Mana Transfer"-- no jk. His offer is more broad than that. ) Don't say there's nothing I can do. There must be something.
But to find someone who wants you to stay as you are, without compromise - Ish had said this already, but with Primrose's scolding fresh in his mind... he hadn't thought that this could extend to Ish's concern, as well. That he was willing to worry if that was what Hwylryn needed to be free. )
... Do you need help? ( "Another Primrose Faints Due To Mana Transfer"-- no jk. His offer is more broad than that. ) Don't say there's nothing I can do. There must be something.
For you. Reciprocation is the entire way my magic works, but this isn't about that.
[ it's time to cheat with magic again and summon this simple hair accessory, which glints in the light. ]
...not that you need anything to be gorgeous.
[ it's time to cheat with magic again and summon this simple hair accessory, which glints in the light. ]
...not that you need anything to be gorgeous.
...this will hurt. [ a warning, where there wasn't one before.
the sensation isn't at all pleasant, but it is intimate, much like he reached out to siffrin through flesh, through bone, his fingers wrap around hwylryn's heart. there's no blood because this is the invasion of the spirit, not the body.
his touch is warm at first and then hot, gentle strokes with a prick as he peels through the layers to find what he's looking for.
ah.
he had a feeling it was this shape, though his inclusion surprises him, in at least one role. he doesn't understand, but does he really need to? his fingers stay where they are and begin to pluck out a melody, a spot here and there, like strings of a harp. ]
Hwylryn. Can you feel me?
the sensation isn't at all pleasant, but it is intimate, much like he reached out to siffrin through flesh, through bone, his fingers wrap around hwylryn's heart. there's no blood because this is the invasion of the spirit, not the body.
his touch is warm at first and then hot, gentle strokes with a prick as he peels through the layers to find what he's looking for.
ah.
he had a feeling it was this shape, though his inclusion surprises him, in at least one role. he doesn't understand, but does he really need to? his fingers stay where they are and begin to pluck out a melody, a spot here and there, like strings of a harp. ]
Hwylryn. Can you feel me?
( Maybe... love was the real magic all along......
When the accessory manifests, Hwylryn's eyes immediately light up, and the compliment only makes him smile brighter, the edges of his cheeks brushed pink. )
Ah! It's so beautiful... It's really for me?
( It is, but he's so happy he has to repeat it!! Hehe, he's gonna give Ish a peck on the cheek before he fulls back properly - both to admire it, and: )
Put it in my hair for me?
When the accessory manifests, Hwylryn's eyes immediately light up, and the compliment only makes him smile brighter, the edges of his cheeks brushed pink. )
Ah! It's so beautiful... It's really for me?
( It is, but he's so happy he has to repeat it!! Hehe, he's gonna give Ish a peck on the cheek before he fulls back properly - both to admire it, and: )
Put it in my hair for me?
[ humming, pleased. ]
Only for you. [ everyone else has to pay him or trade him something.
his fingers are in hwylryn's hair before he even asks and despite his long nails and the sea of silver hair he has to contend with, ish is actually quite skilled in this area.
he'll summon a mirror thereafter, so hwylryn can see for himself. ]
What do you think?
Only for you. [ everyone else has to pay him or trade him something.
his fingers are in hwylryn's hair before he even asks and despite his long nails and the sea of silver hair he has to contend with, ish is actually quite skilled in this area.
he'll summon a mirror thereafter, so hwylryn can see for himself. ]
What do you think?
( He's warned, and he's already a little achey from the fall, but he figures he can take it— he's dealt with worse before. And he has, but— )
—Ah.
( A soft gasp escapes him and his eyes squeeze shut as he settles into the strange, discomfiting feeling - a thousand needles with no angle he can shift toward for respite. He exhales, but his breaths come out as shudders where Ish's fingers play. )
... Uh-huh. Yeah.
( A little repetitive because he's a little distracted. His forehead presses lightly into the crook of Ish's neck, but he doesn't seem keen to stop him. This invasive intimacy, this strange sensation, is novel, too.
And he wants to bear his heart to Ish, anyway. What's the point of promising forever if he won't give him that? )
Can you... feel everything?
—Ah.
( A soft gasp escapes him and his eyes squeeze shut as he settles into the strange, discomfiting feeling - a thousand needles with no angle he can shift toward for respite. He exhales, but his breaths come out as shudders where Ish's fingers play. )
... Uh-huh. Yeah.
( A little repetitive because he's a little distracted. His forehead presses lightly into the crook of Ish's neck, but he doesn't seem keen to stop him. This invasive intimacy, this strange sensation, is novel, too.
And he wants to bear his heart to Ish, anyway. What's the point of promising forever if he won't give him that? )
Can you... feel everything?
I could if I wanted to, but I'd rather you show me. [ he could probe and pry, but what would be the point in that? he gives, he doesn't take. ]
Do you remember? I said I wouldn't leave you. So even when I have to go away for a little while, I'll be right here. [ here, and he plucks again, harder. if his nails were against flesh, they would bleed.
he doesn't need to chain hwylryn's heart, and he'd never dream of it. but marking him like this? it's a reminder, and the beginning of something else that he's not putting into words yet. there's no time for that anyway, when he's all thoughts, emotions, feelings, and nothing else. ]
Do you remember? I said I wouldn't leave you. So even when I have to go away for a little while, I'll be right here. [ here, and he plucks again, harder. if his nails were against flesh, they would bleed.
he doesn't need to chain hwylryn's heart, and he'd never dream of it. but marking him like this? it's a reminder, and the beginning of something else that he's not putting into words yet. there's no time for that anyway, when he's all thoughts, emotions, feelings, and nothing else. ]
Edited (our cliffnote threads) 2025-04-02 04:41 (UTC)
( Only for him... His cheeks color a shade warmer, happily.
It feels nice, Ish's fingers - the light touch of his nails - in his hair, and he closes his eyes with content, as if he were the most privileged dragon in the world right now. And, really, he is.
He preens in the mirror, a hand against his cheek, pulling out his hair, looking at the piece in every which way. His demeanor is a little bit dragonesque again - the way he twists and bends and tries to see his angles is just a little bit too bendy for a human to have grown up with such tics.
He only seems to grow more delighted the more he sees. )
It's perfect. I'll wear it all the time. ( Ahh, he laughs!! A peck on the other cheek, for Ish. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be... ) Did it cost you anything to create this? Should I spoil you to make up for it?
( Not reciprocation, since Ish said this isn't about that and Hwylryn isn't about to disrespect the terms of his own gift - it's more an excuse for more affection, is more the vibe, )
It feels nice, Ish's fingers - the light touch of his nails - in his hair, and he closes his eyes with content, as if he were the most privileged dragon in the world right now. And, really, he is.
He preens in the mirror, a hand against his cheek, pulling out his hair, looking at the piece in every which way. His demeanor is a little bit dragonesque again - the way he twists and bends and tries to see his angles is just a little bit too bendy for a human to have grown up with such tics.
He only seems to grow more delighted the more he sees. )
It's perfect. I'll wear it all the time. ( Ahh, he laughs!! A peck on the other cheek, for Ish. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be... ) Did it cost you anything to create this? Should I spoil you to make up for it?
( Not reciprocation, since Ish said this isn't about that and Hwylryn isn't about to disrespect the terms of his own gift - it's more an excuse for more affection, is more the vibe, )
Only if I can spoil you back. [ lesser magic is free he could say, but he doesn't. because as they both know, this isn't about the price. and even if it wasn't with how he feels right now? there's more than enough power in his happiness to create a treasure trove of jewelry.
he kisses back to emphasize his point. ]
This won't vanish next week, just like me.
he kisses back to emphasize his point. ]
This won't vanish next week, just like me.
( Wahhh )
Then I'll have you with me all the time, even when you're not around. ( He can brush his fingers against it, and think of Ish... ) And when you're back, I'll tell you how much I missed you, and all the things I thought of us doing together.
( The thought makes... really, really him warm.
Kiss....!! )
You know I love being spoiled by you as much as I love spoiling you. Mmmm... Maybe I should spoil you into bed this time?
( you can run but you can't hide from hwyl-mandated NAP ! ! ! ! ! )
Then I'll have you with me all the time, even when you're not around. ( He can brush his fingers against it, and think of Ish... ) And when you're back, I'll tell you how much I missed you, and all the things I thought of us doing together.
( The thought makes... really, really him warm.
Kiss....!! )
You know I love being spoiled by you as much as I love spoiling you. Mmmm... Maybe I should spoil you into bed this time?
( you can run but you can't hide from hwyl-mandated NAP ! ! ! ! ! )
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