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Dropping to his knees, he began to grind against Desire’s foot, moaning and gazing up into his violet eyes.

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His breath began to grow heavy, among other things, as he began to kiss Desire’s side, eyes never leaving his.

“You’re so pretty, Desire. Make me pretty, too… Mark me up, make me yours… Ruin me, for any other spirits. Your toy, your human, your pathetic canvas….”
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He could be vulnerable, with this Fade being. Open, with things he’d been hesitant to tell his love.

“What I want…” he began, pupils dilating as he looked up at Desire. “Is for you to be rough with me. Hit me, spank me, choke me, scratch me…”
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But, despite its claims, Desire was not match against him. It had even admitted as much. And Illario was no ingenue, doe-eyed and trusting. Possession was also out of the picture, as nobody could become twice-claimed.

No, he was safe. No matter what the spirit attempted.
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Illario feels… dizzyingly awake. Numbed, but desperate. Driven by an unseen force… he knew this spirit wasn’t his zorro cariño, but he was on Contract, and his bed was so cold without him.

He knows this pattern; pretty words, teasing glances, buying him a night away from his thoughts.
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*[tilts his head slightly at the flicker, face sympathetic]*

Never again. But, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’ve nowhere to go. Outside of Treviso, anyway. *[chuckles, trying to lighten the mood]*

You don’t have to be… Well, who we were during the war, doesn’t have to be us anymore.

Good morning, Cole!

<GOOD MORNING! COLE!>

“Perhaps I’d tell you that I’ve been refusing myself my own touch, waiting for you to strike next.”

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“Oh, really?” Skepticism fills his features as he wills himself against any more reactions. Santiago would not win this.

“What I would do…” He purrs, running a hand across Santiago’s hip, a feather-touch of lightening gracing the leather of his armor.
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*[Watches Alistair twirl the pizza, impressed by his dexterity and grace]*

Of course, just tell me to stop. *[chuckling to himself, he starts to grate a block of cheddar cheese]*

*[Envy rolls in, looking to them both, and sits, watching Alistair flip the dough, hissing in delight and wonder]*

Goodnight, Cole!

<GOODNIGHT! HAT FRIEND!>

*[grins]* Envy and I are so grateful for you, Cole. We hope you know that.

*[shakes his head, amused by the concept of 10 cheeses being “simple”. Fereldans…]*

I agree! *[he nods]* I don’t doubt he’d ask you question after question. *[chuckles at that, watching him roll out the dough]*

What shall I do, while you’re working on that?

Would that include myself and Envy?

<RIGHT! NEVER EAT GRIFÓN! BUT MAYBE! LOOK FOR PICKLED EGGS! WITH!>

*[chuckles, as well, relieved that Alistair isn’t upset]*

There is, thankfully. *[fetches the basket he used while shopping, still full to the brim with cheeses]*

Ten cheeses, huh? *[chuckles again]* I should tell Lucanis. I do not doubt he’d be over the moon to hear of such a pizza.

*[blushes a bit, cursing himself for messing up so throughly]*

It was supposed to be a pizza, for you. *[sighs, frowning]* I purchased every cheese I could find in the Markets, too.

I should’ve waited for Lucanis, but I wanted to surprise you.

… I don’t even think I’d be able to cut it now.

*[nods as Elion speaks, thinking of the past few years]* After the past few years we’ve had, I don’t think anything could be too much. *[his expression dims for a moment, at the very real prospect of losing someone, but he takes a deep breath]*

I’m not alone, and neither are you, El.