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TDM #34

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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the deceit gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the LIEs program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the deceit gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from LIEs after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of Orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high-rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do.

Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals.

Winter is here and snow flurries are common in the Up while the slush collects in the Down.

» » » ALL ABOARD

After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERs at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.

« « « LOVE IS BLIND

(cw: sensory deprivation, coercion, dub-con/non-con)

One of the workshops at this month's Orientation pairs Dominants with Submissives for an exercise in blind chemistry. Literally — they'll all be blindfolded before meeting their partner and the blindfolds must stay on! They will be encouraged to explore with their other senses, such as touch and taste. Kissing is the bare minimum of what's expected, though no one will stop them should they want to take things further…

Each pair will get around 10-15 minutes together (unless they really hit things off) before switching to a new partner.

Some participants may also be tapped for a secondary exercise in which Submissives remain blindfolded, while Dominants are not. Dominants may do as they wish with them and may choose whether to keep their partner or swap blindfolded Subs back and forth with other Dominants.

» » » DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW

(cw: aphrodisiacs, public sex)

With fresh snowfall blanketing the city in white, a festive winter feeling still hangs in the crisp air. Throughout the Up there are horse-drawn sleigh rides being offered on discount to Dominants and their Submissives to enjoy. Newcomers are also given tickets at Orientation in their goodie bags to use for a ride, so long as they do it with someone else, whether it be a person of the opposite designation or even as a Submissive pair. Just no pairs of Dominants! Sit back, relax, and cuddle up close to your companion as you listen to the sleigh bells and the muffled clip clop of horse hooves through the snow.

The weather is finally cold enough for Duplicity's outdoor skating rink to open for the season and it does so with free skate rentals, so long as skaters attend as a Dom/Sub pair. It's common to see pairs skating together, holding hands, or Submissives dutifully on their knees to help lace the skates of their Dominants. Those who don't have a partner to skate with are not so subtly encouraged to find one by the staff. There is a small coffee stand inside adjacent to the skate rental counter that sells snacks and warm drinks, most of them laced with mild aphrodisiacs. Pay no mind to those who decide to warm themselves up in other ways in the stalls of the locker rooms — there's plenty of room for everyone.

The New Year seems to leave people in high spirits and it isn't uncommon to see citizens of all ages playing in the snow together, whether it be making snowmen (some rather well-endowed), snow angels, or whipping snowballs at one another. The fun seems to be infectious and, even if you're not the type to indulge in such frivolity, you may find yourself compelled to. The more one plays in the snow, the stronger the urge to warm up with someone else may become.

« « « MERRY AND BRIGHT

(cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, sadomasochism, altered mental states, sexual compulsions, excessive fluids, spontaneous orgasms, bondage, cockwarming)

Snowflakes are falling on the tents and stalls of the annual winter market that lines the streets around Fiddler's Square. Strings of light criss-cross the square, providing a cheerful glow against gray winter skies and the cold nights, and there are tables set up in the street itself for people to sit and chat while having a snack — if they can stand the cold. Booths selling everything from soaps, scented lotions, candles, jewelry and other crafts to colorful bondage gear and winter themed sex toys are arranged in neat, easy to navigate rows.

The most popular food and beverage stalls are giving away free half-size samples — in limited quantities, get them while you can!

Candy Cane - Licking these sweet candy rods will quickly make characters want to lick all kinds of other things — depending on the amount consumed, this may be silly or sexual.

Hot Chocolate - Comes in three flavors: milk chocolate increases masochism, dark chocolate increases sadism, and cinnamon spice increases either dominance or submission in accordance with one's designation.

Eggnog - May cause heavy production of sexual fluids, a desire to be filled or covered with someone else's cream, or all of the above.

Mulled Wine - Leaves one feeling warm and aroused and compelled to engage in dirty talk.

Toffee - Sticks to your teeth, doesn't it? Characters will become incredibly clingy, both physically and emotionally.

White Chocolate Cranberry Tart - This is an odd one. Those who consume it will find themselves suddenly orgasming from unexpected stimuli. Maybe it happens when they laugh, when they get into an argument, or even when the breeze hits them just right. The only consistent factor is that it wouldn't normally be considered something sexual.

These effects tend to last an hour or two and may, in some cases, linger for up to a full day.

Meanwhile, if you're looking for something a little more lasting in terms of warmth, why not try one of the booths hawking some winter accessories? Ranging from thick, plush scarves to soft mittens, there's nothing out of the ordinary about these offerings, at least at first. Those who do make a purchase might find their new knitwear comes with some unexpected urges, ones that only become more pressing the longer these items are worn and will persist even after their removal.

Scarves, for instance, will make the individual suddenly compelled to participate in some bondage (either giving or receiving), while anyone wearing mittens will experience a sudden and insatiable desire to engage in some type of fingering — even if it's not exactly specified where. Meanwhile, if you happen to be donning a winter hat, you could very well find yourself facing the urge to pursue some… warming, either with one particular body part or a more general exchange of sharing heat with someone else. It's cold out there!

The best thing anyone can do right now is bundle up and snuggle up. Effects from the winter wear will last until the specific desire is sated, and after that, there'll be nothing out of the ordinary about these knitted purchases at all.

» » » MOD & OOC NOTES

Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but the assignments are OOCly randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right." When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass." This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide:

If your character is more inclined to fight, they are a Dominant. If your character is more inclined toward flight, they are a Submissive.

To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to tag on new TDMs with different designations for fun!

Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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[ She laughs a little, soundlessly with her shoulders quaking. It shows more on her face than anything. ]

We're both orphans, then. You and me. [ Kimiko manages to smile to that, even if it's slightly sad. ]

It's not kidnapping, no. They adopted you. Were they good to you? [ Being found like that sounds risky, to Kimiko, and babies are so vulnerable and helpless. ]

G'raha is skating. He had wanted to experience it after all, but he's also cheating a little bit, using a bit of magic to propel himself along in combination with his movements.

"I... alright," He laughs, shaking his head. As he approaches Meteor, he grins at the last moment and steers around his open arms to pass by him and curl around behind him. It's a struggle to stay on his feet, but he manages and is able to throw his arms around Meteor from behind, giving him his own hug with a laugh.

"You needn't treat me like a child," He says in amusement, pressing a kiss to Meteor's cheek before getting a little self-conscious and embarrassed by the display of emotion, blushing a little as he straightens up and clears his throat.

"Come now, I'd much prefer to skate arm in arm with you."

While Floyd himself never felt nervous joining the fray, he doesn’t refute how much he’s loosened up since he first arrived. He’s always been dangerous; always been reckless and wild and starving for stimulation. But ironically, with constraints working against him in this world, Floyd’s learned to lean into his vices just a little bit harder.

Who better to take the brunt of his restlessness than Jade? Jade, who anchors them to the sand before the waves can wash them away, who collects trinkets in treasure chests and hides his teeth when he laughs… Jade, his flesh and blood—his other half—wringing the life from Floyd’s lungs to test how long his permanence lasts.

He can’t help himself. He’s losing blood and losing air and his mind is suffocating in fog. So Floyd bucks against Jade’s body and punches him square in the jaw. Once, twice… then he sinks his teeth into his neck. He imagines he’s fucking him raw, to death, until tears are all but inevitable to fall. He wishes his blood could poison him as he sucks it from his veins, and when red stains the snow beneath his palms, Floyd quietly mourns the poor, unfortunate waste.

If Jade doesn’t let go of him, then he won’t let go of Jade. They could easily suffocate each other like this if they aren’t careful.

"That's my good boy." His voice comes out deeper then he wanted. His lips rub against Alphinaud's tight hole as he speaks. He places a kiss on stretched cheek and chuckles a little. It's cute that he thinks that will help. It also reminds Meteor this is indeed a virgin and he needs to treat him right. He places more kisses to Alphinaud's pink tight entrance as he puts some lube on his fingers.

"Now my sweet boy, this is going to feel a little strange okay? Remember to breathe and if it's too much say so." Meteor rubs his lubed up thumb against Alphinaud's hole, the cold liquid not yet pressed into him. He gives Alphinaud a moment to get used to the cold feeling before he does start to press in.

Meteor is more than ready to hold G'raha and so when he comes close he leans into it and nothing warm fills his arms. He almost falls and takes G'raha with him when he's hugged from behind but he's able to catch himself before then. It feels nice to be held from behind as well but it wasn't what he was wanting to do. He does pout a little but it's quickly replaced with a smile at the kiss to his cheeks.

"I merely wished to hold you." He admits rather blunt as he turns to face the flustered Miqo'te. "If you prefer that I suppose it's a good compromise." He holds out his arm for G'raha to take, smiling at him.

Meteor takes full notice of that flinch and something in him seems hurt that this version of Emet is uncomfortable with his touch. His brows furrow in confusion over all he's feeling, none of it really makes sense to him and Emet-Selch isn't going to be giving him answers either. It would seem he's not old enough for it which almost makes him feel like a child and something about that doesn't sit right with him.

"I have met with Elidibus and Lahabrea and I know of Hydaelyn as does all of the realm but something tells me we don't mean the same thing." He keeps his hands on the others cheek since Emet-Selch hasn't removed it yet. That hand raises up and into those silvery white strands, having to really go on his toes to even reach such a spot.

"What difference will it make if I know now and not later? Will I not have the same reactions if you just told me? We are here now, just tell me. I am not as weak minded as you may think if that's the worry you have."

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He won't find anything too interesting. There's simply a skirt and leggings beneath the robe that Hermes finds comfort in wearing from time to time. Even so, the ancient allows Meteor's exploration, returning every bit of affection he's shown. It's still strange to think of who Meteor is - a shard of Azem rather than the so-called familiar he masqueraded as in Elpis. Either way, Hermes is already fond of him. It would be hard not to be.

Hopefully Emet-Selch wouldn't be too cross at him for indulging in such a way.

Jade can feel the strength of his brother's hips even through layers of clothes. His body unable to rock back against him due to how tightly his legs are gripping him, but he fights back the urge to moan all the same. His head falls back from the strikes to his face just in time for Floyd's teeth to snatch his throat and the hiss that escapes him is deep and primal. A rare, far cry from his usual composure.

He sees white and tastes blood on his tongue. There's a tooth loose in his mouth and he's fairly certain he may have swallowed one too, but none of that matters. Not when the fangs digging into the flesh of his throat make his skin burn in a way that no one else's has... or even can.

But it's the realization that his mouth is feeling with blood that makes him finally relent and his ankles loosen to fall from his twin's waist. Mismatched eyes flutter for a moment before falling shut as he waits for Floyd to detach. Unable to even swallow with how tightly his throat is compressed by his brother's strong jaws. Gloved hands grip at the fabric of Floyd's coat even more tightly. Is this how some fish feel when they fight so intently for the chance to mate? How many times had he and Floyd watched those creatures go for each other and laughed at how they tumbled and struggled?

Yet here he is now.

When Meteor finally lifts the robe enough only to find MORE fabric he pulls back from their slow make put session and looks down at his hands. Truly he thought Hermes was naked under there and that ides was really hot but now he sees more fabric and pants.

"Why so many layers?" He gives Hermes a bit of a smile as he lifts the robe higher. "Here I thought you'd show more skin under this, I was hoping to touch bare skin here." He makes a point of grabbing his thigh.

It isn’t a cry or a tear, but it’s just satisfying enough of a sound to quell the longing in Floyd’s heart. It must hurt—he knows it does—because whether or not they share some magical link between their bodies, Floyd swears he feels Jade’s pain. Why else would he drop his legs but tighten his grip around Floyd’s clothes? Why else would his pulse be dropping and faltering and easing into rhythm with Floyd’s own?

Before long, he finally unlatches from Jade’s throat, but doesn’t hesitate to grab at his jaws and stare him down eye to eye. If only he could shriek at him—unleash an unending torrent of their native tongue until their ears begin to bleed.

Instead, Floyd sneers… and forces his lips onto Jade’s own, groaning aloud as he tastes blood and torn muscle. His free hand grabs for one of his twin’s own and tries to wrestle it to the ground, fingers wriggling in hopes of peeling Jade’s glove clean off. He wants to feel him and intertwine with him wherever their feeble human bodies will allow. He wants to climb inside him and merge with his marrow until they exist as one fucked up amalgamation of limbs and tails.

He wants to hold his hand… because he missed him so damn much.

"Ahh...a fight. My liege has not had a proper fight in some time." Mythos excluded, of course. And if this man bested Odin in his world...perhaps he would be a good match for Barnabas Tharmr.

"I do think he would enjoy such a thing. He needs someone to stoke the flames of passion within him once more."

"My people have a tendency to dress modestly..." He swallows, embarrassed, as he has his thigh grabbed and squeezed. While others in Duplicity seemed to embrace the lack of clothes, even Hermes when he wasn't wearing his robes would be covered from head to toe.

It felt weird to be so revealing. Then again, he was an incredibly self conscious man.

"Has he not? Then I think that would be a good thing to try." Honestly Meteor would like a good fight as well. He's felt a bit too domestic here and has wanted something exciting to do since he can't go to the beach anyway.

"I shall have to acquire a proper weapon first."

"When you do, please let me know."

Is Sleipnir excited? Yes, yes he is. He can't help but be. "Once you do I shall introduce you to my liege, and the two of you can have a proper fight indeed."

"I shall work on it post haste. I have made some basic weapons before and with the odd metals and technology in this world surely I could make a greater weapon than I could at home, as long as I am to find a forge." Meteor might be more excited of the two, he does enjoy a good fight and there is a sparkle of excitement in his blue eyes.

"While I would like to see more of you, this is rather enticing itself as it is." His hand gives a tighter squeeze before it runs up and down Hermes' thigh, petting him there in a soothing motion.

"You are rather handsome when you are shy, I enjoy the face you make." His hand dips towards Hermes' inner thigh and then to his groin, pressing against him there.

Jade barely manages to swallow before their lips come together, his mouth accepting Floyd inside without hesitation even in his semi-delirious state. He tastes blood and it's instinct to bite his brother's tongue to taste more. To blend their flavors together in their mouths until he can't tell where Floyd ends and he begins. A marinade of their bond that no one else here can begin to understand.

Fingers link together and the blunt of Jade's well-manicured nails dig into the back of Floyd's hand, the glove long forgotten in favor of gripping his twin just that much tighter.

If he could be cut open and Floyd buried inside him he would take it. Right here, right now with the various onlookers that are likely very confused and concerned for them now. Even in Duplicity, it's a sinful exchange. For now he'll just have to take the next best thing as he moans into his twin's mouth. "Take me."

He learned something in Astrology once, something about shapes and stars and people continually wandering through space to form constellations with the ones they love… Floyd didn’t care for the poignancy of all that. Never cared enough to. He only knew, poetics aside, that he pitied those doomed to wander; who weren’t privileged to be born with—intertwined with—their other half. He doesn’t need fancy language or the stars to tell him what he already knows: he and Jade were made to be together.

Forever.

Floyd doesn’t hesitate as soon as he hears Jade’s demand. Though quick, he’s precise, unbuckling and yanking until all but tears his twin’s pants and underwear off of one leg. He won’t bother fumbling with the rest and leaves it hanging off Jade’s ankle while he frees himself out of his skate tights.

Nothing but hungry, raspy breaths escape his throat, until finally, already rock hard in his hand, Floyd forces his way inside Jade all the way to the hilt and growls. It hurts. He’s too tight. But Floyd cups the back of Jade’s head and gnaws at his neck, hips bucking to tear his body open.

Meteor should really be grateful he's doing so well, honestly! Despite more than a year's time in this city, the events of home feel fresh, and they were done mostly by Meteor's hand. He surely can't be blamed for feeling a bit sore.

Still, his brows knit together in sorrow as Meteor repeats the names. "Ah, to hear you speak their names ... it fills me with despair." For so many reasons, and on so many levels. While he does eventually step out of Meteor's touch, he doesn't make any other sign that he's going to leave. So there is that.

"You are, in fact, weak minded. But that's another matter entirely. There are many things you would not understand yet in your journey. How Hydaelyn was naught more than eikon, for example. That she is responsible for the Sundering. Do you even understand what the 'Sundering' is? No... because you cannot." He presses a finger lightly against the center of Meteor's chest. "You do not remember who you are."

He states these things matter of factly, but there is sorrow weighing the words down certainly.

"How do I begin to explain?"

The ice clings to his newly revealed flesh as his legs spread further to welcome his brother close. His mind tells him to relax as Floyd positions himself, but it's too late when he's dived into with such decisive thrusts. It hurts and he's sure the mess he'll leave on Floyd's cock will be a mix of their desire and blood, but he still moans as teeth catch and release his throat. He doesn't even need his twin's hand to hold him still with how obediently Jade exposes his throat.

His body is so new again upon his return--Floyd's body breaking him open like a scallop desperately trying to remain whole; but just because his body is new to this, his mind is not. Jade's hips rock back to meet his twin's with greedy, harsh thrusts. Desperate to feel him deeper until the only thing he can think of is how one they are.

It's impossible to stay quiet, but as Jade's arms wrap around his brother's shoulders he makes a valiant attempt.

Something feels right about doing this in the snow; about painting the ice red and baring flesh to the biting cold. Even if Jade’s body is undoubtedly different, playing with him—ravishing him—just like this can’t possibly be wrong. So Floyd fucks him, unapologetic and wild like a starving beast. Jade’s arms around his shoulders give Floyd leverage to tip him farther back and bury his cock as deep as their bodies will allow.

“Jade, Jade…” Floyd moans, panting into his twin’s skin and lapping up the blood from his wounds. He can’t pull out far enough, but he tries anyway, snapping his hips so roughly in spite of the resistance. Jade will open up for him. Jade always opens up for him sooner or later…

On and on he thrusts, eventually reaching between them to grab Jade’s arousal and start pumping him off in tandem with his hips. Floyd doesn’t do this for just anyone. Everyone else’s pleasure is always secondary. But he wants Jade to feel good. He wants Jade to let go.

Blunt nails dig into Floyd's coat as Jade's body presses so close against him. Instinctively possibly for some resemblance of warmth, but otherwise just out of the desire to be fully combined. Pressed together until there's nothing to them but themselves.

Floyd's hand wrapping around him steals his thoughts--Jade's mouth falling open in a silent cry at how much it is. His body clinging and squeezing Floyd's cock so deep inside himself even as it drags against his insides rough enough to bruise. He'll feel this for days and wouldn't have it any other way. For Floyd to be the first to take him here like this again is only right. He's done it every other time before, why would he ask him to stop now? Especially when he had been gone when Jade left to begin with...

It's the reunion he didn't know he needed. His cock drips steadily in Floyd's hand despite the pain, Jade's hips twitching up eagerly into such calculated tugs until he's slipping and shooting across his own clothed stomach with a shaky, hot breath. A single, burning hot tear welling in the corner of his golden eye as his legs hook around Floyd's waist to hold him even tighter. "Floyd--"

It never lasts long enough. They could tangle together for hours and days and still it will never be enough. When did he become this hungry, this fixated on Jade’s body—his body? The one that shares the same bones, the same veins, the same taste for being bad… Yet as Floyd touches Jade without shame, he knows that, truthfully, he was always this in love with him. They’re simply growing older; learning and discovering new pleasures as they were made to do.

With Jade clinging on tightly, Floyd fucks him through climax, his heart fluttering at the quiet gasps and cries. He smears release into Jade’s shirt and bites at the sturgeon scales brushing against his jaw. So reserved, so messy—

Being held as tightly as he is, Floyd unfortunately misses the sight of that single tear, but he cums quickly thereafter, thrusting and moaning to punctuate every other heavy spurt inside Jade’s body. “Jade—” he gasps, pressing his thumb hard to his brother’s tip before inevitably collapsing atop him in a shuddering heap.

Jade's face buries itself in Floyd's shoulder, conveniently wiping his eye while also just bringing himself that much closer. He wants to appreciate how perfect he is like this, but his body is too demanding of his focus. The sensation of his twin's seed filling him and the wetness he can feel through his shirt... the pain in his jaw that sends a pleasant ache through his face. It's all too overwhelming, but he always craves more.

His breath against Floyd's neck is hot. His lips pressing against the side of his throat with a gentleness that's reserved just for him... Softer than even how he treats the humans he lays with here.

He doesn't speak for a few long moments, fingers buried in his twin's hair now to keep him squeezed so tight against him. "I missed you."

“… No you didn’t,” comes the muffled response, not as a matter of being difficult or contrary, but because it’s true. “You were back home with me, right?” So how could he possibly miss him? … Still, Floyd understands the sentiment, and melts into Jade’s touch. He breathes in deeply the scent of clean cotton and soil, and when he slips his eyes shut he almost believes he’s floating—weightless in the water with Jade at his side.

He thinks about trinkets and pirate ships and sneaking out late before dawn. He recalls the crack of fireworks in his chest and the cold press of kelp to his hair. … He thinks of all the times they’ve been together, and all the times they’ll continue to do so, in this world and every other one beyond.

With an amused huff, Floyd lifts his head and affectionately bumps their foreheads together, bruised and bloody as they are. “I missed you.”

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