[At that softly murmured word — a place of sanctuary in the afterlife, according to myth — the spell of fantasy dissolves. He meets the kiss with tired, shivering hunger, closing his legs as if to trap Cy between them and keep him there, kissing him.]
It was perfect.
[Then he relents, so Cy is able to untie him and begin the cleaning process. He aches in so many places it's hard to keep track, but that doesn't matter as much to him right now as—]
Cy. [When his arm is freed, he reaches to cup under Cy's jaw. The bell jingles where it is still fastened to his finger.] I love you.
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It was perfect.
[Then he relents, so Cy is able to untie him and begin the cleaning process. He aches in so many places it's hard to keep track, but that doesn't matter as much to him right now as—]
Cy. [When his arm is freed, he reaches to cup under Cy's jaw. The bell jingles where it is still fastened to his finger.] I love you.