[a slow, measured sigh leaves him and he moves to bury his face into romance's neck, warmth flooding throughout his entire body. he doesn't fully understand why romance chose him of all people, but he's not going to question that out loud or anything, not when it could be such a fragile thing, barely held together by the tiniest threads. romance matters to him so much, it aches.
and maybe some poor fool got eaten for it, sure, that doesn't mean mystery is ever going to wonder what this is, no matter how wild things might get.]
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and maybe some poor fool got eaten for it, sure, that doesn't mean mystery is ever going to wonder what this is, no matter how wild things might get.]