[And so they did again, and again... he was drawn to them like a moth to their flame. Unable to stop himself, until he started to enjoy the searing heat of it.
He turns to look over his shoulder. Zekarion only wants the source of that golden shine in the way that he wants their hands, their scent—because it's a part of them. But now they both know the other understands the stakes for the game. The veil isn't being lifted—they've set it alight to watch it burn.]
I stopped caring what that thing in your head can do a long time ago.
[He almost means it as a reassurance, to acknowledge they've interpreted his words the way he intended them.]
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[And so they did again, and again... he was drawn to them like a moth to their flame. Unable to stop himself, until he started to enjoy the searing heat of it.
He turns to look over his shoulder. Zekarion only wants the source of that golden shine in the way that he wants their hands, their scent—because it's a part of them. But now they both know the other understands the stakes for the game. The veil isn't being lifted—they've set it alight to watch it burn.]
I stopped caring what that thing in your head can do a long time ago.
[He almost means it as a reassurance, to acknowledge they've interpreted his words the way he intended them.]
You are my light with or without it.