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[clayking]

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[clayking]

You know I've known many gods who would say that your dream is as valid as the real thing.
A message in the bottle to the universe.
You wanted to. That's good.

[fireshow]

there's no point holding onto a ghost
it's better to let them go rest

[clayking]

True enough. I almost destroyed an entire realm last time I didn't.
Yeah.
It's better to let them rest.

[fireshow]

yeah
anyways
just wanted to tell you

[clayking]

Fair enough.
...Stay with me tonight?

[fireshow]

you miss me?

[clayking]

Always do.

[fireshow]

say more sweet things and i'll consider it

[clayking]

Oh? Should I tell you how much I missed that smile? Hm? Or the feel of your fire against mine? Or the way you slot so perfectly on my lap?

[fireshow]

yeah
stuff like that

[clayking]

Ah.

In that case, I miss your pretty moans. I miss your teasing little smirk. I miss those scathing comments and I miss the feeling of wrapping my arms around you and feeling you press back against me. You are still the most remarkable mortal I've ever known and loved, my firey mortal.

[fireshow]

you sure you don't say that to everyone you fuck here?

[clayking]

Fairly sure, yes.
Though that is a sharp turn of conversation.

[fireshow]

you know how i am

[clayking]

Of course. Those voices in your head never stops doubting me.
I understand.

[fireshow]

it's not really doubting you so much as it is being wary of others

[clayking]

That seems like rather the same time to me, John.
Regardless- while I might play the ear of others with sweet words. They are not the same ones I say to you.

[fireshow]

you do
and i'll break your pinky toe

[clayking]

A bad time to point out I don't have bones, though I understand the sentiment.

[fireshow]

you better

[clayking]

Have I proved myself yet? Hm? Or should I remind you in person while you're the fire in my heart, John?

[fireshow]

i should always be the fire in your heart

[clayking]

You always will be, John.

[fireshow]

oh, daddy

[clayking]

You know that word makes me wish to bend you over the back out the couch.