“Funny you think I ever sleep much, my dear King.”
( it should be absurd that he’s hard from the words and dice’s careful ministrations. it should be embarrassing how easily riled up he still is after months. rather than focus on that, he focuses on the way his soul partially ascends after the words.
dice likes his writing. dice cares. dice thinks about this a lot, him a lot. them. )
... Then stay forever.
( is he on script? off script? a reasonable doubt, a plausible deniability. even so, he thrusts his free hand down and tips dice’s chin up. )
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( it should be absurd that he’s hard from the words and dice’s careful ministrations. it should be embarrassing how easily riled up he still is after months. rather than focus on that, he focuses on the way his soul partially ascends after the words.
dice likes his writing. dice cares. dice thinks about this a lot, him a lot. them. )
... Then stay forever.
( is he on script? off script? a reasonable doubt, a plausible deniability. even so, he thrusts his free hand down and tips dice’s chin up. )