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 Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2025 6:51 pm
He was ruined, wasn’t he? For the safety of distance and the comfortable control of solitude. It wasn’t the first time he’d had a glimpse of what more might really mean, had thought of being more himself if only to touch those things, to hold them all the more closely. The Mirror. The Dark Star. But those were things to be consumed by, to die for, to lose himself under the weight of their totality. There was a certain drama to them. A wild magic.
And Eles had a certain drama, and was all sorts of wild magic. But he was just another boy, as Malory was just another boy. Both naked in front of the other, both intent on stripping the other further still, until they were past the pale of bone and dark of secrets. Until they were simply twin suns on a shared horizon.
“One day at a time,” Malory assured him, then paused in consideration, as if having second thoughts. “Actually…”
He sighed, “Maybe you really would make a nice belt, after all.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2025 6:51 pm
Thus did he laugh, thoroughly caught off guard, but ever more intrigued for Malory's peculiar attention to detail. It was such a throwaway comment from what felt like so long ago, what could've been a year ago but had only been some months. Of all the things to remember — yes, he supposed he did deserve to be killed and skinned and tanned into a belt.
Eles couldn't swallow that smile in full; it shone in his eyes as much as it tugged at his mouth. Then he decided, after toweling himself off, that rather than waiting for the moment of his skinning, he would begin his punishment now. So he tied his own towel about his waist, then seized the other towel from where he'd lain it across the lip of the tub and secured it around Malory's waist. Already he was bearing out his form and function. Who could ask for more from a fiance?
"I love you," he admitted around his dying snickers. "I want an ankle next time."
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2025 6:51 pm
Words that were always there and all too often skirted around and substituted bloomed and all Malory could do was bask in their warmth, in the laughter that held them. Not bothering to deny the chance of a next time, he let out a hum of a groan, of a consideration before finally nodding his head and wrapping his arms around those thin, bare shoulders.
“Should start weight lifting along with piano, then. You’ll have to carry me everywhere.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2025 6:52 pm
Oh, what a trade. More impetus to work out, to pretend he could build muscle proper and carry his boy around like a bridal gift. Lore likely, he could see many lazy nights spent indoors, draining glasses of wine and fooling around with whatever lesson of the day. It would keep Malory out of trouble, too; he would be a world away and apart from more Albites who sought starseeds and pounds of flesh.
More tomorrows, less what-ifs. That could be fun for a while.
"Deal." He smiled, sealing their agreement not with a handshake, but with a kiss.
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