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    "Sorry for trespassin'," he says, illogically. "Just thought this might be a fine place to die. Figured I'd make a nice snack for you, at least." His voice slurs a little as he speaks. It's a pleasant voice, Qifrey thinks idly. Nice and raspy, almost like a beginning of a growl. The man is still watching him through a glaze. "Gods, but you're beautiful," he says, absurdly.

    Qifrey freezes in his descent. Watches the way the human wrinkles his nose as he seems to process his own words, then closes his eyes.

    "Why'd I say that," he asks.

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    What's a dragon to do, when a dying man stumbles into his den and collapses against his hoard? Follow him home, marry him, and adopt a family, of course. Now, that's probably not right, but there's few willing or capable of correcting a dragon in something they've decided to do.

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    The curse is broken. What’s a man to do?
    Kiss the love of his life immediately, of course.

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    Qifrey can finally discuss the nature of his curse but has really got to kiss his decades-long situationship first.

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    And of course there is an instant, after that first warm touch of Olly’s lips upon his own, where Qifrey feels a terrible tingling sensation within him and remembers his parasite. Where Qifrey remembers his silverwood, the tyrant that rules his body with an iron fist, and thinks, with a sinking sense of foreboding, that he is risking its awakening and his own impending death with this decision.

    And then Olly’s hand flies up to bury itself in Qifrey’s hair. And then Olly’s arm wraps around his waist, and pulls him in flush against Olly’s chest. And then Olly’s tongue sears hotly across the seam of Qifrey’s lips, and Qifrey parts them for Olly’s entrance with a moan.

    I love you, he thinks, and he remembers who the real tyrant is. The silverwood may one day take Qifrey’s body, but there's only one being in the world who rules his heart.

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    On the last night of the Golden Eve Festival, Qifrey and Olruggio share a bed.

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    Kris prepared for a fight, gripping the hockey stick tightly.
    And the soul…stayed still.
    In the corner, up high.
    Kris’ eavesdropping gradually stopped while they stared, brows furrowing as the soul shook up high. Maybe it was then that Kris had their first honest observation, one that wasn’t obstructed by their own denial, refusing to acknowledge they weren’t the only one suffering in this situation.
    The soul...was scared, wasn’t it?

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