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[shadowglitter]

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[shadowglitter]

But also, you're totally right about the affection thing.
I like it when you call me dumbass. I don't know if that says something about me or if it just speaks to the health and validity of our relationship?
Maybe both.

[quickfingers]

mmmm. it's like a throwback to the foundation of this strange, eclectic relationship. when we slap fought in space and you gave me best friend hickeys less out of love and more out of rage? ah, fond memories.

[shadowglitter]

I still kinda give you hickeys out of rage.
It's just, like.
An angry desperation to make you pop a boner.
My dream is to make you split apart the heavens (your jeans) with the dynamic force of your secret weapon (average-sized erection).

[quickfingers]

thank you for not calling it a shortsword again

[shadowglitter]

That was literally the best compliment I've ever given you.

[quickfingers]

listen, short still sounds like short
especially in a dick context

[shadowglitter]

Okay.
Well.
Okay.
WELL.

I LOVE YOUR HUGE DICK!!!!! I LOVE YOUR GIANT MASSIVE DICK.
A WARHAMMER FORGED FROM FLESH AND BLOOD, SWINGING PENDULOUSLY BETWEEN YOUR SIMILARLY GARGANTUAN, MUSCLE-CLAD THIGHS LIKE MJOLNIR OF OLD.
AH! MY BONES. CRUSHED, UNDER THE WEIGHT OF ITS MASCULINE PUMMELLING. MY FRAGILE BODY IS NO MATCH FOR YOUR PILLAR OF IMPLAUSIBLY BRILLIANT SEX.

[quickfingers]

did u just say i have fat thighs

[shadowglitter]

I said they were muscular.

Like two sinewy sacks filled with beef.

[quickfingers]

and we're back to compliments that actually feel like insults

[shadowglitter]

Do an insult-compliment about me, please.

[quickfingers]

you gallop like a horse, majestic but loud?

[shadowglitter]

I am not insulted? There is no insulting part of this?

[quickfingers]

a horse .. . with . .. ill fitting. . . shoes?

[quickfingers]

i should be discouraging the hickey making tho like dude
finally
my neck was almost
almost
healed

[shadowglitter]

You don't like the marks?

I love seeing you like that. I love being like that, too.
Yours.
Visibly.

[quickfingers]

i didn't say i don't like it
just that i should be discouraging it
something about social norms i never adhere to.

i swear to god one of the ones you left on me was pure black tho, you're gonna rupture something in my throat

[shadowglitter]

Oh.

You're from a society that rejects the very fibre of your genetic makeup. I'm a prince from a ruined world lost to a broken timeline.
We can defer social norms however we want. We're already outsiders.
And seeing you like that makes me wanna kiss you. I'd give up a lot of things, if it meant I could kiss you.
So...
Still doing it.

Maybe I'll try not to kill you, though. With my octopus-style suction cup beak-mouth.

[quickfingers]

i do kinda love the angry stares from soccer moms when they see me all beat to shit, in line behind them waiting to pay for milk.

[shadowglitter]

Just wear cool biker scarves around Lucina and we'll be fine.

[quickfingers]

m m m m mm mm m yes
she can never, ever know what we do or how we do it or how often.

[shadowglitter]

As far as Lucina's concerned: all we've ever done is hold hands. Do you understand me, Maximoff?
And we wore gloves.
Not sexy ones made of leather, either. Fluffy ones. Padded ones. For pulling stuff out of ovens.

[quickfingers]

i've never seen your ankle before
not a shred of skin
even holding hands was on a timer of decency

[shadowglitter]

I should probably start wearing sweaters if we're going to sell this.
Or at least stop cutting ab and pec windows into all the shirts I own.

[quickfingers]

i'll by a cross on a chain, too.



yeah also stop doing that it makes it hard to wear your clothes? some of us dont have defined or existent abs and pecs. thx.