[ It's like he's in a fable. A story... in something impossible...
Asra flushed, darkly, staring at the words, re-reading them--
He was still flushed, with pleasure, excitement, a thrilled anxiety, when the familiar dark shape of him lifts the window, sliding in like midnight shadows. He doesn't need to ask permission; Asra casts his arms around D's neck with a glad laugh, soft as a cat's purr, smothered against D's chest. ]
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Asra flushed, darkly, staring at the words, re-reading them--
He was still flushed, with pleasure, excitement, a thrilled anxiety, when the familiar dark shape of him lifts the window, sliding in like midnight shadows. He doesn't need to ask permission; Asra casts his arms around D's neck with a glad laugh, soft as a cat's purr, smothered against D's chest. ]
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