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 Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2025 6:01 pm
“Not until those fireflies apologize to me,” Malory sulked, still a little mad at them, still liking them all the same. “Do you think Albite would punch me through a wall if I did?” He was a little curious about where he was on the man’s scale of violence. “Don’t worry,” he assured Eles, “I found this magical bone, I’m pretty sure it’ll heal just about anything? Well, maybe not death, and definitely not starseeding.”
His adam’s apple shuddered against that hand with a laugh for the question. “I like being a copy. A copy of a copy of a copy. How can I blame magic for being a better copy of me? Especially when that magic is mine?” And Headache’s, of course.
Laugh fading off in the dark little space, always just slightly outside of time and intimately theirs, Malory hummed in consideration. “Anyway, it’s a different feeling. It’d be like a runner resenting their own car for being faster.”
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2025 6:02 pm
"Who's going to make them do it?" Eles smiled against that shoulder. "General-King's youma. Wouldn't you need another General-King? Something better?" The thought of Malory petitioning Metallia for that particular youma to apologize to him — it seemed so absurdly typical of his boy. He certainly knew no one more important than himself.
But for Albite, "I really don't know. He's hard to predict. Doesn't seem like he makes choices in his own best interests. He knows you're important to me. That I'm important to him. But… I don't think he knows how to hold back. Just be sure you can use that magical bone, okay?" His hand departed from the boy's throat, down the swell of his clavicles, past his narrow waist, his hips.
With his free hand, he parted some of that cloying hair. Found a patch of pale nape and pressed a kiss to it, a breath. "I want something to remember you by before he beats you into a paste while you wear the face of his AWOL lover.
"We'll make it extra fun."
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