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[puzzlekeeper]

[ He hasn't set up a voicemail.

Figure it out. ]

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And down he goes easily because he's distracted, hitting the bed with an oof]

What?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Pretty much curling up entirely on top of him, head on one of his shoulders. ]

What we were talking about earlier. You were worried.

Why?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And wrapping his arms around him reflexively even as he gives him a look]

Because you're a paladin.

Someone has to.

[puzzlekeeper]

. . . I don't know what that means.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Is he still walking around with only one wing? Because if so, Intensity is going to trace what remains of it lightly with his fingertips]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Naturally.

And he tenses slightly when Intensity's fingers trace too close to the stump of it. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He pulls his hand away at the first flinch, resting it on the small of King's back]

Worried about me.

Worried about D.Va.

And yet leaving this for days. And dealing with nightmares on your own.

That's what I mean.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ . . . ]

It's just going to come back eventually.

Why should I willingly replace what they put there against my will to begin with?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Because you hate scars. And not just because the White Mages go on crazy power trips.

[puzzlekeeper]

Yes, well . . . I guess this is different.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Shifts so that he can brush his fingers along King's jaw and tilt his head up to look at him]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Allowing this ]

. . . ?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I can make you one.

If you don't want their Hell flesh touching you.

[puzzlekeeper]

Make . . .

A mechanical wing?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Mmhmmm.

[And his thumb brushes across King's cheek]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He thinks on that for a long moment, then pushes himself up on his elbows so he can peer down at Intensity. ]

If it's from you, it's different. I'd welcome it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His hand shifts with the motion, trailing down King's neck to rest against the center of his chest.]

Good.

Now I'll have to examine your other wing thoroughly to make sure I get the measurements right.

Among other things.

[puzzlekeeper]

Pervert.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Places a kiss to the curve of King's shoulder]

That's only an insult if you don't like it.

[puzzlekeeper]

Lucky for you.

Imagine if I hated it? You'd have to contain all that lust somehow.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Would I?

Isn't that just a matter of---

[And he squirms a little bit to try and get out from under King.]

Adapting?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He shifts to allow that, the remaining wing unfurling slightly. ]

That's an arrogant assumption.

Or a risky one.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Both adjectives I'm partial to. Now.

[And one hand smooths down King's spine, eyes intently watching that remaining wing twitch.

And maybe adding a hint of pressure to guide King down to the mattress.]

Lie down and get comfortable, Atem~

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He does so, but he arches his back and makes sure it looks as seductive as possible. ]

As you wish.

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[The quiet intake of breath confirms that King is very successful in his endeavor.

This.

Bitch.]