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Robert’s dancing (begrudgingly) with an old superhero friend of his to avoid making a scene had he turned him down. The stares from around the ballroom, the camera flashes from nearby reporters, said superhero’s hands a bit too close to his waist all irritate him to no end.
Meanwhile, Flambae’s watching from the edge of the room, flames curling around his knuckles.
Prism whispers, “You plannin' to torch the next guy who asks him to dance?”
“Depends on who he dances with next,” he growls.
Robert catches his eye across the floor—and with a pleading look—mouths, 'Behave.'He doesn’t.
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“Robert, don’t look, but there’s a group of weirdos over by the window who bet me that I couldn’t get the number of, and I quote, ‘that gloomy twink at the bar’.”
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Z-Team unknowingly sends Robert’s ex to flirt with him, not knowing they already know each other, and Robert is all too happy to play along if it means his ex will split his winnings with him. But damn, when did the bar get so hot? Couldn’t have anything to do with Flambae looking like he’s five seconds from lunging over the table and killing someone, right?
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The sounds coming from the young lord of Pirkstein’s room could be incriminating enough to give him up to the gallows, hang him for all to see.
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Henry cannot remember when Hans became the center of everything - only that it began with a simple order: keep him safe. From bodily harm, from poor decisions, from destructive boredom. Then from fear. From worry. Pain. Loneliness.
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Henry caring for his lord despite whatever it might mean for his immortal soul. Major spoilers within.
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Did God feel like this, Henry thinks, and tries not to dwell on it, and thinks anyway, did God feel this when He made the world?
In an upstairs room in the Devil’s Den, Henry grabs what he can as though claiming spoils on some forgotten battlefield. A handful of his blonde hair. A mouthful of his hot tongue. A palm over the curve of his back. A collection of sighs that slowly grows louder. The bed creaks. He collects that too. He takes and he takes. And he gives everything back.
Series
- Part 7 of altar
- Part 1 of original sins