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[likeawritingdesk]

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[likeawritingdesk]

...

[ducks his head a bit, scrubbing his back]

You accepted me too. The sight of me.

[machiavellianiue]

What . . .?

[likeawritingdesk]

[...nothin

wash wash]

[machiavellianiue]

. . .

[leans up to kiss his jaw]

[likeawritingdesk]

[... /////]

Ah...

[machiavellianiue]

. . .

I really . . . have never considered a relationship such as this.

[likeawritingdesk]

...

No, I... don't think you would... neither have I. ...I never thought someone who knew so much of the truth of me would exist, let alone... care for me.

[machiavellianiue]

. . . I want to know more. And I want to tell you more about me. Until there's—nothing left.

Is that . . . possible?

[likeawritingdesk]

. . . [his hands still. . .]


. . . That would. . .

[machiavellianiue]

. . .

[goes still]

[likeawritingdesk]

. . .

Ah... it's frightening...

But I want that too, so badly...! That... I could... trust you with all of it... I could!...

[machiavellianiue]

I want that.

[likeawritingdesk]

......

[nods once]

[machiavellianiue]

[tilts his head to look back up at that face, looking . . . about as freaked out]

[likeawritingdesk]

[w-winners!!! winning!! looks at that and lets out a weak sort of helpless sympathetic self derisive laugh and kisses his lips gently]

[machiavellianiue]

[shivers, murmuring against his mouth]

You already know—more than anybody . . .

[likeawritingdesk]

R... really..

[machiavellianiue]

Except maybe C.C., but she doesn't get to see me like this.

[likeawritingdesk]

[...CC



well

GOOD]

A-ah...

[machiavellianiue]

. . . haha, what was that reaction.

[likeawritingdesk]

Excuse me... she and I disagree.

[machiavellianiue]

Over something in particular, or just . . . fundamentally?

[likeawritingdesk]

It was a very brief but very telling conversation.

[machiavellianiue]

[tugs at Gil's hair, fondly]

I see.

[. . . ugh you are unbearably cute??]

[likeawritingdesk]

W--what?