[ midnight kisses his fingers. his words bleed warmth against the pads of kaveh's finger, rough-hewn and scarred from twisting electrical wire into proper form. ]
Really, Midnight. [ kaveh murmurs. quiet, without censure, with a kind of fondness that curls the tips of his fingers against the long line of midnight's smile, ] The last time we danced, you had to kill me.
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Really, Midnight. [ kaveh murmurs. quiet, without censure, with a kind of fondness that curls the tips of his fingers against the long line of midnight's smile, ] The last time we danced, you had to kill me.