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Vergilius ([personal profile] immortalpoet) wrote 2024-11-25 04:01 am (UTC)

They're not even good cookies.

[So not very nice at all. Silco moves, but Vergilius stills, his eyes vibrant like a predator's glint in the underbrush. He doesn't let go.]

[It's as if he has him right where he has him, and he feels a shiver move from his neck downwards.]

[It does feel hot. Why does it feel hot?]


I don't know if that even counted as hospitality. [His thumb shifts up the man's wrist.] Did it?

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