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Three Types Of Love Meme (Expanded)

This meme deals with three types of love: angsty, sweet and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!

- Post your characters and include preferences (if any!)
- Others reply
- Go to RNG and enter the numbers 1-3 to get a love type, then 1-20 to get a scene. Or just choose one that takes your fancy!
- Please respect if someone doesn't want to play a particular scene out and choose something else.

I. BAD ROMANCE

01. IT'S TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE. You had a fight and now your lover isn't sure they want to even hear your apologies.
02. HURT/COMFORT. You or your lover is in pain, physically or mentally, and needs to be comforted.
03. SECOND BEST. No matter what your lover says, you feel like they're only settling for you like a second choice.
04. CHEATED. You've seen all the signs; lipstick on the collar, scratches down the back, hickeys you didn't leave behind. Do you want to keep ignoring it or finally confront them?
05. KEEP ME FROM FALLING. Your lover is being discouraged from seeking any sort of relationship with you and it's definitely a strain.
06. BUT HOW DO I KNOW... You love your partner so much, but you're uncertain just how they feel about you.
07. JUST NOT FEELING THE SPARK... That spark in he bedroom seems to be gone, so how are you going to deal?
08. I WANT YOUR LOVE, I DON' WANT TO BE FRIENDS. You're obsessed with the object of your affection and you will stop at nothing to win them over.
09. A KISS WITH A FIST IS BETTER THAN NONE. Your relationship is rough and you spend more time fighting than anything else, but you can't give up that spark anyway. You'll stay together even if you both end up miserable.
10. THE END. It's time to break up. Suddenly or something you've both seen coming awhile, the choice is yours.
11. AS LOVE LAYS BLEEDING. Your lover has been fatally wounded, so spend your last moments with them and make them as memorable as possible.
12. AFFAIR TO REMEMBER. you're not even really together together with this person. You're having an affair on your lover, but you just can't say no.
13. ARGUMENT. You're in the middle of fighting with your lover, either physically or verbally.
14. ACCIDENTAL PHOTO. Stripper on the lap, about to make out with someone else? Nude photos of another person? Whatever the case, you just got an accidental photo sent to your phone of your lover with someone else or a naked photo of someone else intended for your lover. Heck, maybe it's even a naked photo OF your lover that's intended for someone else.
15. CAN'T SAVE YOU. Your lover is going to sacrifice themselves and you can't save them. You can spend your last night with them though.
16. FALLING APART. Your life with your lover is falling apart due to outside circumstances and all you can do is try to hold on together.
17. SECRET LOVER. You and your lover have to keep your relationship a secret, but unfortunately, you've been found out by someone who disapproves. How will you deal?
18. GOING TO MAKE YOU HURT. You know you're no good for your lover and in the end, you're going to make them hurt.
19. KEEP YOU SAFE. Your lover has been hurt in an intimate way by someone else and all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
20.YOUR CHOICE. choose or combine any of the choices on here or make up your own!

II. TRULY MADLY DEEPLY

01.JUST LIKE THE FIRST TIME. It's time to tell that person how much they mean to you.
02.COMMITMENT. It's finally that time to make your relationship a little less casual and something more committed.
03. KIDS. It's time for that next step! Time to reveal you're pregnant or you've adopted.
04. ANNIVERSARY. it's your one week, one month, or one year anniversary! Or however long you'd like to make it! How do you celebrate?
05. WANT YOU BACK. All couples have rough times! You might have called it quits for awhile, but it's time to give it another shot!
06. GOTTA STAY INSIDE. The weather outside has made it impossible to go out, so why not snuggle up with your lover and enjoy yourselves?
07. I JUST WANT TO SAY... You feel the need to tell your lover just exactly how much he or she means to you.
08. DATE NIGHT. You decided to take your lover out on an honest date.
09. SICK DAY. Your lover is down with a cold or flu and it's time to take care of them!
10. EXPERIMENTATION. You both love each other so there's absolutely nothing wrong with a little healthy experimentation in the bedroom.
11. GIFTS. You found the perfect gift for your lover and it's time to give it to them!
12. PATCH YOU UP. Your lover is injured and you've got to take care of them.
13. LET'S MAKE LOVE. You want to take it slow tonight, really slow. You want to take the time to love and worship each other's bodies.
14. SEXTING. Your lover is away from you so you decide to spice things up with some text messages and maybe even some photos.
15. KISSES. A good old fashioned make out session. You're not necessarily into taking it to the next level, just kissing each other is enough right now. That might include kissing every inch of the other's body too.
16. WELCOME HOME. Your lover has been gone for far too long and now they're back. It's time to welcome them.
17. RESCUE YOU. You've given everything to rescue your lover and now it's time for some well deserved time together.
18. RUNNING AWAY. You and your lover has run away together to start a new, happier life.
19. CHOOSE YOU. You have to turn away something amazing just to be with your lover and you don't regret it for a second.
20.YOUR CHOICE. choose or combine any of the choices on here or make up your own!

III. HOW CAN I EXIST WITHOUT YOU?

01. YOU WOULDN'T WANT ME TO HAVE TO HURT YOU TOO... The object of your love/lust is resisting your advances, so it's time to take what you want.
02. JEALOUSY. It's jealousy to the extreme. You're going to make damn sure your lover knows how you feel about them seeing other people.
03. INCEST IS BEST. You know it's wrong, all kinds of sinful, but you can't resist the draw. If characters aren't related, then they are now! Or at least it feels very close to incest anyway.
04. YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET FAR. You love that person so much, you've made sure they can't get away - by physically tying them down or by some other emotional or mental means.
05. I'LL MAKE YOU HURT. You've set it up to make sure your lover catches you cheating or doing something else hurtful just for that reason. You want to make them suffer.
06. CHAINS AND WHIPS EXCITE ME. You're both taking sex to extremes.
07. BROKEN. Your lover has utterly broken you and you need them to know.
08. SECRECY. You're embarrassed by your lover, utterly embarrassed. If they weren't useful in some way (even if it's just in bed!), you wouldn't even be with them.
09. YOU'RE MY LAST CHOICE. You don't really love the person you're with, but they're all you could snatch up and it's no secret to either of you.
10. FORCED TOGETHER. You don' love each other, but you have no choice but to be together due to outside influences. Alternatively, you've been captured and are now being forced to make a sex video even if you don't want to.
11. WATCH HOW I DO IT. You were just forced to watch your lover have sex with someone else (willingly or not) or beaten and now you've got to deal with the aftermath.
12. IF YOU ONLY KNEW. You're not who your lover thinks or you've got a lot of deep dark secrets that, if they only knew, they'd hate you forever.
13. NOT WHO I WAS. Maybe your lover was replaced with a pod person or they're under brainwash or something, but you know they're not who they were.
14. LOVE POTION XXX. You couldn't resist it anymore. You needed your lover, so you've drugged them into loving and wanting you too.
15. THREATS. This person isn't with you willingly. They're only putting up with you because you've threatened them into doing so.
16. FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT.
17. NOT GOING TO SAVE YOU. Your lover is on the brink and you're just going to watch them fall. You don't care anymore.
18. HATE YOU. You need your lover to know how exactly much you hate them. You can't even touch them without your skin crawling.
19. BETRAYAL. You've betrayed your lover in some huge way and you don't care that they've found out.
20.YOUR CHOICE. choose or combine any of the choices on here or make up your own!

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[ Liam's lips press thin as he kneels beside the young King. ]

Stay still. Let me look.

[He held his gauntlet-clad hand to his abdomen, pulling away seeping red. The wound was deep, but he struggled to call on the Light, to mend the tissue enough to keep himself from going into shock.]

Did we...win?

[Anduin asked, almost pathetically, desperation in his upturned face. They'd laid him back after they carried him off the battlefield, but he wasn't keen on taking this laying down. So many were counting on him...]

[all scenes /assumed cr ok]

[He had met Rastaban by chance sometime before. Some social gathering full of loud and stuck up mages and what have you. The usual little party where people pretended to like each other to get through the night. The man had positively intrigued Cain because they were so quiet. Not the quiet in verbal chatter, since it was dreadfully easy to be drowned out by the chatter of the more enthusiastic guests.

No, they were quiet in the sense that he couldn't hear even a stray thought from them. God, it was delightful for someone who couldn't help but feel every thought around them and he had instantly become curious of the man.

The man wasn't really the type of person he gravitates towards, but he found them oddly fascinating. Their interest and their demeanor and their awfully strange habits. A strange man, but strange wasn't exactly unwanted.

Cain takes a long drag from his cigarette before dropping the stub and putting it out under his shoe. The man had been avoiding him. He knew of it. They had been purposely making themselves scarce and it had been a pain in the bloody arse. On one hand, he felt a tad stalkerish, but on the other hand he was irritated. If the other wished to not be around him, he would rather they flat out say so than play this rather tiring game. He enters the building he was smoking in front of and makes a beeline to one of the rooms.

He shuts the door behind him. Not too loud that it would be considered a slam, but loud enough that it would grab the attention of whoever was also in the room.] Do you find this amusing?

[Saying Rastaban has no idea what to do with himself around Cain is both true and misleading. He doesn't know what to do with himself around most people, hopelessly adrift in the waters so easy to navigate by his peers.

Cain was special, though. They had so many similar touchstones in their histories, and Cain had succeeded where Rastaban had only dreamed. He got out, he lived his own life, and even if the charming social niceties are just an act it's an act he can do. Rastaban was completely dazzled by him, feeling overwhelmed by the attention he was given.

That's part of the problem, though.

He's lost himself in his reading again, old book open in front of him as he goes through the pages of it, translating fragments as he goes. It's a fascinating early study of runework, and Rastaban could stay entrenched in the study of the work for the rest of the day and only notice the passage of time when there was no longer enough light to read by.

So of course he jumps when the closure of the door gets his attention, looking up at Cain, startled, just staring for a few seconds as he tries to rearrange his thought process to dealing with another person instead of a book.]

Cain! I- I don't… [Rastaban looks away, not able to even complete the attempt to say he doesn't know what Cain means. Instead he stands suddenly, closing the book, busying himself with cleaning up his desk.] I- I thought you were going back to the States?

[Cain smiles easily enough. A smile that doesn't reach those eyes, but a smile nonetheless. To most, he seems like his usual as he stands there with his arms folded. The only slightly giveaway is the way that the man seems to idly pick at the fabric of his sleeves because he can't get himself to stop fidgeting. A sign of nervousness.]

My brother had requested I prolong my stay.

[He takes a step into the room.] I had agreed. Something I had meant to tell you some days ago. Say, you've been rather difficult to get ahold of. Is there a particular reason as to why? [His tone is neutral but there was a storm brewing in those eyes.] Simply too busy?

[While Rastaban flinches visibly at Cain's step towards him, he doesn't actively flee further into the room. That's a small miracle from a man used to keeping people at literal arm's length, though Cain was good at getting over that wall faster than most.

Well, Cain actually seemed interested in getting over it. That went a long way for Rastaban.]

W-well. You know, uh. Books and all.

[aaand that's Rastaban spilling his ink all over his shirt and half his desk from nerves.]

Oh hell!

[Cain holds out his left hand and does a twirling motion with his index finger. It pulls all the ink into a small sphere in the air. His eyes glance at the ink before looking back at Rastaban. Cain's magic was a strange thing. Sophisticated, yet somehow completely raw. He was a natural, but was obviously less trained than most.]

So you just happen to miss my calls is all? You wouldn't be avoiding me, are you?

[His tone remains casual, but there's a sharpness to his tone.]

I can't imagine my timing to be so awful that I missed you everytime you decided to have a smidge of free time.

[They're very different, even if they have many similarities too. Rastaban sighs rather hopelessly as Cain fixes his shirt for him almost the moment it's ruined. He runs a hand through his hair, mussing it up all the more. He does step back into his room this time, but it's a more purposeful one. Not a flee backwards, but wordlessly inviting Cain further in. He looks up at him, meets his eyes briefly before looking away once more.]

It's… it's not like that.

It's complicated.

[He easily returns the ink back into the bottle it had spilled from and immediately goes back to fidgeting with the fabric of his jacket. Cain chews the inside of his cheek before taking a few steps into the room.]

I'm no mind reader, Rastaban. I can't know what you're thinking. [That? That was a flat out lie. At least the first part in particular. He definitely had that ability, but he has yet to talk about it to Rastaban. Or anyone for that matter.] I don't know what you're thinking.

So you're going to have to give me a little more than just "it's complicated."

[Rastaban's father excelled at reading minds, though it was something he had to study at rather than a natural talent for it. That's both why Rastaban has actively never pursued that, as well as why he kept such firm barriers up against such things.

His father was dead. That's what everyone said. Even seeing the man put into the ground, Rastaban wasn't confident in that statement, however.

Once they're both in the room and the door is closed, he sits down again. On his bed this time.]

I'm trying. I promise I'm trying. I didn't mean to upset you.

[Cain wants to be mad. To throw an absolute tantrum for no particular reason but because he wants to throw a hissyfit about being hung up on some guy who can barely socialize.

He can't though. The winds have already left his sails and he just feels exasperated more than anything. The other was too bloody honest and earnest and everything about this is driving him nuts.

He doesn't go out of his way to seek people. He moves on and doesn't care about forging relationships of any kind. How did he get stuck on this guy? He runs a hand through his hair with a sigh and takes a few steps more into the room.] I know, you know. That you're trying. You could do with perhaps at least saying something. I don't know what to think if you don't say anything and I can't find you. You've done a bloody good job in making me worried. [Nothing less than a neurotic mess.

He walks over finally until he stops in front of the other and holds his hand out to them. Rastaban can grab it at his own comfort.] I'm not here to lecture you. Honestly, I was ready to make a right little scene and everything, but I suppose the mood is lost. The chance to be dramatic has long passed.

[Rastaban keeps studying the floor as Cain approaches, only taking another cautionary glance up when the hand is outstretched. He takes it instantly between both of his own. Head bowed, forehead pressed against Cain's hand. The very picture of penance. Rastaban has none of the charm or acting chops Cain has, all he has is an overwhelmingly ugly sincerity.

His voice is small and still so stupidly sincere.]

M'sorry. For ruining the mood. You can still yell if you want. I guess ... I guess I thought you wouldn't have noticed. That you had to have people much more worthy of your time, so.

[He still hasn't said what the problem is. He's working on it. On working up to it.]

[He absolutely hates this.] You are ridiculously impossible to be upset at. I couldn't yell at you even if I tried, you menace. [No man should be so sweet and sincere like this. It makes him feel awful. Fake. Well, he is terribly fake, but it's just more obvious to himself when talking to someone like Rastaban.] Also, don't actually apologize over that. I'm being dramatic. I'm a musician and that's what we're supposed to be like. Unnecessarily dramatic.

[He places his other hand over one of Rastaban's own.]

Oh, are we an expert on the inner workings of Cain's mind now? [His tone is teasing and he actually chuckles a little.] Know who's worthy of my time and what's best for me? Come now. It's bad of you to make such assumptions like that when I haven't implied anything of the sort.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, for you; I have decided that I'm a touch fond of your company. Is that so hard to believe?

[the trading gets the smallest hopeful smile from Rastaban. He feels he messed up, that Cain is perfectly within his rights to be upset.]

Yes. You're dazzling.

[Rastaban really is a menace.]

It's just. I was worried because - my family -

[Rastaban doesn't speak of his family often. Dead parents and that is said with a mixture of fear and relief. Mother's sister and her husband as his guardians as he grew up. There's a certain kind of love there, all twisted up with fear and respect. They're pure blooded too, though. The same as Cain's family.]

I try to be. Good of you to notice. Here I was, worried, that it wasn't so obvious.

[Cain deflects a little because he knows the other means it earnestly and he's not really ready to go down that path of sincerity.

The statement makes him pause. Rastaban knows the Scarlett family was a mixed blood family with old pure blood roots who didn't care so strictly about such notions. Knew that Cain was, more or less, pureblood though.

Didn't know that he wasn't actually part of the Scarlett family because he had buried his past quite well and he would never want anyone to know of his actual heritage. Well, he's hoping that no one knows at the very least.] Worried about what exactly?

[That is of course the problem.]

They ... had some ... unkind things to say about the Scarletts when I mentioned you.

[Truly, Rastaban has some confidence that they would find fault with anyone he took an interest in, but 'more or less' pureblood was more or less too mixed as far as they cared.

Rastaban doesn't care. One if his youthful flights of fancy was vanishing into the world of the non magical, but he could never do it. He knew no world but his cage he was born into, and even living on his own with his own flat he still might as well be down the hallway from his aunt and uncle. He has no backbone, and they more than anyone else know that when push comes to shove Rastaban will always break first.]

[Oh. This is a much more serious conversation than he was hoping for. This is, well difficult.]

Oh. Well, I can see that this is more than just a wee problem.

[The intricacies and bullheadedness of purebloods and their need for everything to be pure was honestly the most backwards and exhausting part of magic. Blood was worth more than anything a mage can offer and that was ridiculously stupid.] They're not fond of me then is what you are saying, which I suppose, is unsurprising. Who would want such a charming man brimming with magic associate with a man who thinks the most wonderful thing are polished keys on a piano?

[It's the first time in his life where he would like to flaunt his true blood and it makes him awfully bitter.] There is nothing I can do to, hmm, change their mind?

They're not the kind of people you reason with and - and I wouldn't want you to end up in, well, their line of fire so to speak.

[So, if you can't stand up to someone who is telling you no and you don't want to have that conversation with the person telling you yes, what do you do? Ghost like the coward you are. Everyone is equal in their misery.

He really is the worst.]

I can assure you that I have been in worst situations. [He can say that rather confidently if anything.]

If we are being terribly honest right now, I am absolutely smitten with you. I'm not sure if you've picked that up, but I didn't run all the way here because I fancy myself a nice walk through the city. I also do not regularly get smitten by anyone nor do I kiss and tell. [Yet here he is, telling the other. He really has gone mad.]

If I have to play a few cards to get things in my favor, then I might as well play them. [He could be a coward. He can run away from this. He'd move on and continue charming others for nothing more than a good night. Here he is though. Like a lovesick fool.]

[Rastaban's head shoots up at the confession, eyes wide, a little damp. When had anyone ever loved him? It was why he kept expecting to wake up and realize every conversation he'd had with Cain had been all in his head, another flight of fancy to add to the others in favor of living a life.

He would die for Cain, right then. Kill for him too.

(The downside to this being, woe betide upon Cain if he ever changes his mind - Rastaban is self conscious about many things, being a stalker isn't one of them.)

Any words that could be used to say he feels the same feel so insufficient in the face of his feelings. None seem worthy of Cain.

So instead Rastaban squeezes Cain's hand, brings it to his lips to kiss.]

You're completely infuriating. I'm maddened by you and everything you do. [He pulls his hands away and places them on the sides of Rastaban's face.] I want to dislike you and I can't bring myself to.

[There's no bite in his words. He can't. He wants to. He came here to yell at the man. To get mad and maybe finally just cut ties and now he's bearing his heart to them? He needs a lot of cigarettes and possibly a drink after this.]

You've got the bloody nerve to kiss my hand with that look on your face and not think you are nothing less than endearing and charming? [He clicks his tongue.] I want to kiss you so bad.

[Rastaban's pale skin goes very red when he gets embarrassed. Along with no backbone, he's got no poker face.

Well, embarrassed but also kind of happy? It's taken a lot of work to understand Cain's sarcasm and he still doesn't get it sometimes, but he does understand that last part. So that's a flush and a quick looking away again, even if he looks back up to Cain just as quick.]

S-sorry.

... You can if you want.

[Cain doesn't have to care about the fact the other is a blank slate he can't read mind wise because the other is absolutely terrible about putting an act up. It's refreshing for him, honestly.]

You don't have to apologize. You're a bloody fool.

[He leans down so he can press his lips again Rastaban's before the other can try to apologize again.]

[Good move, Cain, otherwise he probably would have apologized for apologizing. He kisses back, still inexpertly, but he's getting better at it with Cain's patience and instruction. His neck is a little sore from the angle though, so he reaches out to tug gently on the hem of Cain's shirt as a 'get down here' request.

His bed is definitely too narrow to comfortably fit two for sleeping but for sitting it works just fine.]

[Well, he certainly isn't going to complain about moving. Maybe not where Rastaban is expecting because he's definitely just moving to straddle his lap without breaking the kiss at all. His hands move to rest against Rastaban's neck; a thumb rubbing gently against his cheek.]

[ Rastaban does indeed let out a surprised little squeak into the kiss, arms quickly going around Cain's waist to help brace him so he doesn't fall over or anything like that.

This is nice, though, really nice. Warm. He could sit like this with Cain all day, especially given how anxious he started the morning. ]

[Cain laughs into the kiss. It's a little relieved if anything. He had been so wound up and tense over this. Even more than he usually is. He had relaxed a smidge and even a smidge is a lot for him.

Hopefully the other doesn't mind the taste of his cigarettes because he definitely smoked a few before he came in.]

[Though Rastaban bas never smoked, himself (except for an unfortunate gillyweed incident in school which we Do Not Talk About) he's come to actually enjoy the taste of smoke in a kiss. It's Cain, not that Rastaban has ever kissed anyone else before.

He does however lose his balance when he laughs a bit, himself, and falls back onto the bed taking Cain with him.]

[Cain doesn't seem to mind; his body pinning the other down into the bed. To be fair, Rastaban dragged him with him. He peppers Rastaban's lips with small kisses.]

So, have I relieved you proper of your familial worries or do you need more reassurance?

[He idly tucks some of Rastaban's hair out of his face.]

[The small kisses get a soft laugh, a few attempting to be returned.]

... I'm still worried. [He knows it probably isn't what Cain wants to hear, but he's too honest and he cares too much about cain to lie.]

But I'm always worried. I don't think I'm more worried than my normal amount? I won't... just pull away again, in any case. I'll try to talk to you first if my worries get too much.

Well, yes. Of course you are. It really wouldn't be you if you weren't worrying. Isn't that just how it is? [Cain teases him a little. Cain is no stranger to worrying, but he just hides it well.]

If only you were more a deviant. I would tell you to runaway with me. Elope. Just like in faerie tales and romance books that always have happy endings. [Cain seems to just move to get a little comfortable half lying on the other.] As long as I don't have to go on some wild chase again then I'll take any levels of your worry. The chase was a bit frazzling.

[Rastaban's arms around Cain loosen enough so the other man can move to his content. It's a comfortable feeling, having that weight on top of him. Rastaban likes it quite a bit.]

M'sorry. No one's ever chased me before. I - I really didn't expect it.

[If Rastaban had intended to get anything else done or get up, he's going to have to move Cain and the man is basically a deadweight at the moment. He laughs a little.]

I've always been the type who doesn't like to be like the others. How else will I stand out if I wasn't any less than ostentatious. [His arm reaches out so he can run fingers through his hair.] Darling, you are definitely worth the chase.

[Rastaban is perfectly content to be pinned where he is. It's why people like weighted blankets, right? As long as he doesn't need to use the facilities he's content to stay right where he is.

He closes his eyes as Cain strokes his hair, arms tightening again around the other man's waist.]

You're the one who should have dozens of people chasing you, you know.

[Cain snorts a little at that.]

I suppose I am terribly irresistible. [He makes a dramatic sigh like it's an issue. Really, it's just that he can read people and play himself to fit into a society he cares little to be part of.] So what if I have admirers?

[He turns his body to look at the other.] The entire world could be chasing me right now, but I'd only have eyes for you. Isn't that enough?

[Rastaban turns a little, too, so he can gaze at Cain. Shamelessly admire him too is more like. He still can't believe Cain is here, with him.]

It's more than everything.

[He smiles fondly at the other. It isn't the grins or smirks he gives at social gatherings. It's none of the flirty little looks he gives to appease people. It's a genuine smile.]

Then who bloody cares about who's chasing me. I sure as hell don't.

I promise I'll try not to either, then.

[It's Rastaban's turn to bring his hand up, to touch the side of Cain's face, to gently trace the edges of his smile.]

[God, he's such a hopeless romantic and completely hopeless for this man. He turns his body a bit so he can press another kiss to Rastaban's lips.]

I am hopeless for you and I'll tell you everytime if I have to. I really can't get enough of you.

[Rastaban returns the kiss, still filled with wonder to get it. Someday maybe he'll get used to the kisses, but each one seems so surprising to him. A delightful surprise.]

I'd be around you all the time if it were up to me and me alone. You'd probably get annoyed quickly.

[Honestly? Out of all the people he has kissed; he hasn't at all grown tired of kissing the man he was laying on. There was something about them that made his heart flutter. It elated him.]

You can. [He sits up and looks at the other.] You can come to my place. I have a spare key.

[He has never let anyone over into his place. No one probably actually knows where he lives. Surely the other knew how important they had become to Cain for him to offer.]

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King Anduin Wrynn | WoW | ota

II-12, open to whatever flavor of 'love' suits

I'm fine with whatever you'd like!

rebecca hoover | the gifted

esme frost | the gifted

Rastaban A. Carew ● OC ● M/M

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