[But wait a few more moments, and gentle hands will be smoothing over King's wing. Three fingers pinch the very tip of it to keep it in place as each brush of his other hand stretches it to its full wingspan.]
King sighs languidly as the wing follows Intensity's guidance -- he barely needs to move it at all before it simply follows his commands, stretching out completely. ]
[He keeps the wing taut, switching to his metal hand to have a sturdier grip.
And then oh so carefully begins to trace the outer edges of the wing with just the pads of his fingers. Pausing here and there to trail up a ridge or vein.]
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And he tenses slightly when Intensity's fingers trace too close to the stump of it. ]
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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.
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It's just going to come back eventually.
Why should I willingly replace what they put there against my will to begin with?
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. . . ?
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If you don't want their Hell flesh touching you.
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A mechanical wing?
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[And his thumb brushes across King's cheek]
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If it's from you, it's different. I'd welcome it.
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Good.
Now I'll have to examine your other wing thoroughly to make sure I get the measurements right.
Among other things.
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That's only an insult if you don't like it.
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Imagine if I hated it? You'd have to contain all that lust somehow.
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Isn't that just a matter of---
[And he squirms a little bit to try and get out from under King.]
Adapting?
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That's an arrogant assumption.
Or a risky one.
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[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~
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As you wish.
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This.
Bitch.]
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King sighs languidly as the wing follows Intensity's guidance -- he barely needs to move it at all before it simply follows his commands, stretching out completely. ]
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And then oh so carefully begins to trace the outer edges of the wing with just the pads of his fingers. Pausing here and there to trail up a ridge or vein.]
You dislike them so much?
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