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@babified

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Just... don't look at the mess in the sink. Focus on my incredibly thoughtful gesture, instead.

[ whoever said romance couldn't make a joke ]

for @mysteriousness bc what the fuck

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[ Mystery crowds in closer, gets a hold of him to the point that even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't. Romance is lifting a brow; maybe he isn't the only needy one of the group. ]

I'd like that. [ He pauses, takes another deep breath of Mystery's hair. ] Are...you alright?

@abs_solutely

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[ It takes Romance a while to fall asleep. Mostly, he's awake, watching Abby sleep with the kind of peace demons don't often see. Relaxed features, no furrow of his brow, no waking up screaming from nightmares.

How novel.

And apparently, Abby is a clinger - at some point in the night, he ends up draped over Romance completely, nose tucked behind his ear, arm slung around his waist like they’re lovers instead of... whatever the hell they are. Mostly pinned beneath the heavy weight of him, Romance lets his fingers comb absently through Abby’s hair, slow and careful, just to have something to do with his hands, to anchor himself in this moment. Remember it, just in case.

At some point he must drift off as well, though his dreams are more complicated than Abby's, twisted, layered things that blur the lines of memory and desire. They're not necessarily good, but they're not...bad, either.

Morning will come though - or at least, as much as 'morning' can come where they are, and maybe if he pretends to stay asleep, Abby won't leave. ]

for @mysteriousness

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Turn you on, obviously.

@babified

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[ His lips curve into a smile - the situation may be entirely unfamiliar (or at least, it is because it's Baby and not someone else), but there is one thing that has not and will not change: Romance knows he's beautiful.

Still, Baby saying it sends a shiver through his body. The softness of it should possibly make him wary but it doesn't, he only waits where he kneels, patiently watching Baby get undressed, remove all those pieces of clothing that are in their way. ]

@mysteriousness

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[ Romance is going soft in his old age. Really, he should tell Mystery to fuck off for a while until his nerves have settled, because let's be real here - Romance is kinda pissed.

But he doesn't shut Mystery out. Instead, his heart cracks open and he sighs, reaches out to wrap his fingers around Mystery's wrist. ]

It's alright. [ He gently pries one of Mystery's hands away from his head and pulls him in, shutting the door behind him. ] It's alright, you're alright. Come here.

@babified

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[ Romance isn't a big man, but he's still a little bigger than Baby, and his grip tightens, refusing to let the smaller demon roll them, to get the upper hand.

His face is still oozing blood, but in the moment, he doesn't feel it, doesn't feel the heat of it sliding down his skin, pooling at his chin before dripping. He doesn’t feel the pain that will hit him later, or the tears burning up behind his eyes, salt mingling with blood as they spill.

He's losing his grip on reality, losing himself in pain and misery, the shame of who and what he is and that he couldn't stop Abby from being a fucking idiot, that he can't get to him now, that he can't do anything. He’s helpless, lost, and Baby gave him a target, an outlet. A place to put the rage so it doesn’t swallow him whole.

He sees red. Only red. He doesn’t release Baby’s head until he slams it down again - and again, a final time - before he finally tears his hands away to catch Baby’s wrists, pinning him hard. Romance drops low in a single, savage motion, teeth bared at Baby’s neck, gleaming with spit, looking for all the world like a rabid dog ready to bite. ]

@mysteriousness

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The enormity of it. It seems endless, nothing on the horizon but more water.

[ It's a big thing, going back to the place where it all started. ]

I doubt there's much left of my village. It was hundreds of years ago.