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[puzzlekeeper]

[ He hasn't set up a voicemail.

Figure it out. ]

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[puzzlekeeper]

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He can feel the metal moving more than see it, but the concept is pretty clear. ]

Ah . . .

[ Having metal move around (seemingly of its own accord) on your head is unnerving, did you know ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Intensity pauses, the back of his hand trailing down King's cheek as he tries to draw his attention away from the metal]

Would you rather see it?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He blinks in surprise, then shakes his head. ]

No. I trust you.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Intensity just looks at King for a moment, hand trailing down his jaw.

And then with a shake of his own head, he plucks the second rose from King's grasp, placing it over King's other ear. The metal twists much like the first, curling around the back of the ear to keep it in place but also fanning out like wings at the corners of his vision.

The third rose is taken and pressed against his forehead, a little cool to the touch as it is used the bridge the other two gold pieces.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He traces his fingers along the new formation for a moment, curious--

And then his breath catches. ]

Did you--?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You're so sentimental, Pharaoh. Choosing your Egyptian gods as your companions. Maybe this time you can wear it without succumbing to its weight.

[Trailing his own fingers over the eye of Horus]

It's time it belonged to you instead of the other way around.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He swallows a little thickly, then reaches up to catch that hand with his. ]

Being crowned by you instead of the gods is indeed very different.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Sliding his fingers against King's. Poor thing. Is he feeling a feeling?

. . .Good.]

Of course.

My reasons are much simpler than theirs.

[And he tightens his grip on King's hand]

It just looks good on you.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Of course.

. . .

Just laughs, fondly, his fingers tightening around Intensity's.

Yes, that's a crown with significantly less weight to it. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He's not sure what's so amusing, but as long as King seems to be enjoying himself. He wraps one arm around King's waist, pulling him close to his chest as he brushes a kiss against one of the crown's wings.

Less weight indeed]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He's more than happy to be pulled close, fingers curling possessively in Intensity's sleeve with the hand that isn't clamped on his.

But after a long moment, he smirks. ]

I can guess what the extra level would have been.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Completely deadpan:]

Oh no. I've become predictable. Guess I'll have to do better next time.




And the next time. And the next time. Until I finally catch you completely off-guard.

How long do you think that will take?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ That earns a laugh ]

I'm not sure . . . you really outdid yourself with this one.

[ His fingers idly brush one of the gold wings at his temple ]

It might be difficult to top.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Lightly stroking the scales at the small of King's back. No wait, that's definitely more of a possessive stroking.]

Lucky you. I only chase after perfection.

[With one last glance up at the crown, he so graciously adds:]

You may continue with whatever you were attempting before.