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[puzzlekeeper]

[ He hasn't set up a voicemail.

Figure it out. ]

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[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.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[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.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Ahhh.

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. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[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.]

You dislike them so much?