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tell me who you are, i can be the gentle boy

The staff party starts at midnight and I don't have to work during it! Make sure you come in costume!

[ He Ming sends the text, a reminder, and runs off to work that evening. It's not exactly Halloween—the bar will inevitably be far too busy on the night of—but an earlier day when they're allowed to bring plus ones. Rune's costume, which mostly employs his already ironed black dress clothes and is only vampiric by dint of a borrowed cape and some fake fangs and blood, is left laid out on his bed for him to pick up. With Rune already having a key, he can let himself in.

His own outfit gets picked out of a hat at the bar. He Ming laughs at his luck with the others and gets dressed in the bathroom before starting service.

The "French maid" costume is cheap, but it fits him, and the thigh garter that's as frilly as the rest of it is kind of cute. He ties the bar apron over the top and takes a picture for Rune, posing cheesily in the mirror. ]

Look, I got my costume assigned! What do you think?

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It wasn't on purpose? [ Eyes lighting up with curiosity, He Ming squeezes his waist. Without really thinking about it, he moves them with the music in swaying little steps. ] I think you would be really pretty.

[ But he'll bring that into conversation later. Even though the music begins to speed up, he doesn't accelerate his movement. They're all wrapped up in each other, a cocoon of conversation around them. ]

You can be my hot immortal date for the evening, then. At least until we go home.

[ He Ming links his hands together behind Rune's back under the cape. ]

And I mean my place. Where I want you to come back to. The—en you can finish with the vampire act and go back to the witch thing.

[ He shakes his head slightly at that – I think you would be really pretty – because there's nothing more to comment on. It'll be a nice story to tell him some day, something far less nefarious than half of the things they've experienced together. For now, Rune simply moves closer until there's no space between them, flush together as he leans in. ]

I think I might want to be a vampire a little longer than that.

[ Not that he'd mind returning to being himself, but...

He gently dips forward to rest their foreheads together, briefly soaking up the contact before pressing a soft kiss to He Ming's cheek. Then, he's tilting He Ming's head to the side to gain access to his neck, lips parting to let his glamoured teeth scrape gently over smooth skin. It's not hard enough to puncture but enough that he knows He Ming feels it, and when he draws back, his thumb traces over the shell of an ear. ]

Or are you still set on me being a witch when we get to your place?

[ He Ming would readily tick off needy on a personality quiz, and yet so often, Rune gives into his whims. Whatever Rune promises he'd do for him, He Ming would double if he could. He would have killed for him if he had to, and he regrets nothing he's done or experienced so far. But the simplicity of dancing, miles from the violence, is a pretty good way to move on. As they press together he arches up into him. He can recognize every line of his body, and he can't think about much else. ]

Oh? [ Vampire, yes. His mental processes may have paused for a moment. They don't restart until after Rune's teeth are taken away from his neck and he shivers hard. Oblivious to many intricacies of supernatural relations, he prioritizes how hot he finds this instead. ] Um, no. If you want to keep the teeth on all night, I won't complain.

[ He lets the weight of his head rest further on Rune's hand. The motion shows the side of his neck and He Ming aids it by tugging on the front of his dress. Looking at Rune steadily, he pulls harder at his hips to better encourage moving to the music. The fabric of the costume dress seems decidedly flimsy with the heat of their bodies permeating it completely. ]

Unless there's some kind of extra witch advantage you've got going on for Halloween.

[ Rune doesn't know much about vampire etiquette, and he doesn't care to. That's not what he is, so this entire ruse only serves as something He Ming had wanted and something Rune apparently doesn't mind. He's already lost in thought over what would happen if he bit He Ming that hard or that deeply; it's not as if he'd have any reason to drink his blood. Would it hurt him? Would it turn him on? Too many questions and not enough focus, not when they're practically grinding against each other in lieu of any real dancing.

But he might also be just a little weak to the crane of his neck, pressing his mouth slightly below his ear and following the slope of it down until the fabric of the dress gets in the way. Then, all he does is lean into him, breath warm and his voice soft with amusement. ]

No, nothing like that. [ Honestly, if he hadn't come here with him, he'd have worked on some spell the entire night. He lifts his head to speak into He Ming's ear. ] Where do you want me to bite you? Your neck? Your shoulder? Maybe the inside of your thigh?

[ Is this what it's like to be a real vampire? It'd be ridiculous if he was saying those things to anyone else. ]

Bite my neck. [ The benefit of this glamour that places it above those fake fangs—one of the benefits, at least—is that Rune can actually bite down hard. Each moment that he can spend with him is good, but sharper intensity, even if it comes from pain, is precious. It'll help him remember.

He Ming sinks his fingers into his long hair, gripping it hard at the back of his skull, and pushes his face to the hollow at the base of his throat. Time must look different to Rune than it does to him, with his human life. Will Rune remember him after this? Decades after this? ]

I just want to see something you left tomorrow. [ Their bodies are tucked close together, and while Rune's face is tucked against his neck He Ming turns his towards the ceiling. ] I...

[ He lets out a little sound, not quite a moan, a hot exhale into the air. The people around can be ignored, but it's still hard to hear Rune clearly. He makes sure to get close to his ear to whisper. ]

I think I want to go home now.

[ Something shifts then, the energy between them and the harsh way He Ming holds him close. Closer. Telling him to bite him, to take him home. Rune can't exactly pinpoint what it is, has never had that kind of ability thrust upon him and would not want it if he did. Those kinds of things, much like the voices He Ming has spoken of, are dangerous—not only to others but to the one who possesses it. Being with him like this... he'd almost forgotten all of it and wonders.

They'd had a good time, normal and soft and incredibly human. He Ming had smiled and hadn't shied away at his touch. But there's always something else, an unknown, and Rune draws back to cup He Ming's face, tilting his head so their eyes meet and he can stare as if he's searching for an answer. A reason. He doesn't find much, though he leans in to kiss him briefly regardless. ]

Okay. I'll take you home.

[ Dress and all.

Maybe later Rune will ask him what he'd meant, but for now, he grasps He Ming's hand and draws him out of the crowd, easily navigating them towards the door without bothering to stop for goodbyes. He can do that tomorrow after they've spent some time together. ]

[ His head feels heavy. He almost lets it fall into his hands, to surrender to gravity and let Rune be the only thing supporting him.

Their eyes meet, and he's suspended. ]

Thanks. [ They make a speedy exit. The next time he comes in he'll probably have to talk to his coworkers about it, if he doesn't get any texts later in the night. At the moment, He Ming can't be bothered to think about it. He hangs onto Rune's hand and shivers through the cold night wind. ]

You're not busy with anything else, right? [ He's thinking about the teeth again. It's not a long walk back to the apartment. He Ming winds his arm more closely around Rune's, bringing their sides together and interlacing their fingers, wanting to be close the whole time anyway. ] I want you to stay the whole night.

[ He's aware of He Ming's mood, pulling him in closer as they walk. If anyone happened to see them like this, it'd probably look like yet another couple hopelessly infatuated with one another. Not that he's ever cared what others thought (or that it's much of a lie), tilting his head up to look at the sky.

The night is clear and almost too cold for this time of year. ]

I wasn't planning to do anything else except stay with you. [ His spells and whatever he might be working on can wait. Right now, he thinks he needs to be with He Ming, and once they get to his apartment, he waves the glamour of his hair away. ] What did you have in mind?

[ The question, he knows, is mostly rhetorical, thinking about their time in the restroom, crammed against that stall. On the dance floor, He Ming curled close and warm and everything about him inexplicably tempting. Rune feels that way now, crowding him back against his front door as soon as they're inside to kiss the cool skin of his cheek. Then, the corner of his mouth, his lips. He urges him to speak all while distracting him with his body. ]

[ Having exited the warm, crowded bar, He Ming shivers and keeps his eyes on the pavement. Each time his sneakers enter his field of view, he tries to slow his breathing. The rest of his regular clothes are somewhere else, but there's no point in going back now. He wants to be away from others, and when they're inside his apartment, nobody else to be seen, only thick velvety darkness draping over them, he lets out a deep sigh and sinks back against the door. ]

I want another drink. [ His feet go wider as he goes down, back sliding against the door. He keeps talking even as he turns his face to meet his mouth. As his eyes adjust to the dim light leaking through the window, he can gather the vague contour of Rune's face, his hair short again and his upper lip slightly wet. He Ming licks his own reflexively while looking up at him. ] And you on the bed. I think.

[ Far be it from He Ming to hesitate, but the entryway doesn't seem too bad either at the moment. He lingers for a moment. Eventually the bed beckons more strongly, so he dissolves the eye contact into darkness. He grips Rune's wrists and pulls him into a turn towards the hall. On the way he barely remembers to kick off his shoes, one after the other, near stumbling in his rush. ]

[ Hadn't that been the point of leaving his party early?

Rune's almost amused, but he doesn't say anything as He Ming pulls him along, slipping his own shoes off before keeping up with him down the hall. By now, he recognizes the path towards his bedroom, and yet, he wants to kiss him right by the door that leads there. So, he does. He drags him backwards, curling an arm around his waist to press his mouth to He Ming's jaw, the corner of his mouth. His skin is still cool from the walk back to his apartment, but it's almost refreshing as he holds him close. ]

Have your drink later. [ A soft pause, and Rune tries to navigate them the rest of the way without letting him go. ] I want you.

[ Not that he's ever made it a secret, but this is the first time in a while that this has felt normal. So there's no hesitation to the way he slides his hand along the back of his thigh, pushing up under that skirt to squeeze lightly at his ass. Rune still lets those glamoured teeth scrape against the curve of his neck when he kisses down to his shoulder too, brushing the fingers of his free hand through He Ming's hair before gripping the strands and gently pulling them. ]

[ The stumble becomes a bigger one, momentum redirected back into Rune's chest. He sags again like he had against the door, making him take some of the weight. ]

Later... [ He Ming's agreement trails off. He forces himself to stand properly again and stay standing while Rune kisses his neck, teeth pressing through fabric to his skin. Usually he'd retort somehow, or tease. But he would have to push himself to do that right now. He can't blame it on the single drink he'd had at the bar. He Ming simply finds himself held back, somehow too anticipatory to do anything but run his hands over Rune's clothes and hold his waist. ]

Will you take me to the bed, if you want me?

[ It would—or should—sound more like a joke. He Ming doesn't raise his voice much, because it already hums too loud in his throat when he asks that. He pushes his body up against Rune's and sighs, melting into his hold. In the quiet moment he lays his head on his shoulder. ]

I want to take your costume off there. I want to see you.

[ Something in the mood of it all shifts. ]

Come here.

[ His tone is surprisingly gentle, sweet in the way he's always sweet to He Ming, and he guides them both closer to the bed despite the embrace, holding him as flush against him as he can before he sits. With He Ming between his parted knees, Rune reaches up to cup either side of his face to pull him in for another kiss. It's a soft press of lips as if coaxing him, wanting to have that same kind of energy he'd gotten from the party.

If something was wrong, would he tell him? Rune smooths his fingers through He Ming's soft hair. ] Is that all you want? I'm yours.

[ He means it now with even more conviction, dropping his hands to take He Ming's and guide them to his chest. Whatever he wants to do then is up to him, releasing him so Rune can grip the hem of that skirt and give it a teasing tug. It's meant to draw him a step forward, offering He Ming the power to do as he wishes without any repercussions. ]

[ They've barely parted, but He Ming sticks close as directed, arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. He angles his head and lets his lips part with a sigh into the kiss. ]

It's what I want now. [ For now. Following the tug, He Ming comes as close as he can, knees bumping the bed between Rune's legs. He peers down into the darkness to unbutton his shirt from the top, slow and deliberate.

After the first few are opened, he grasps the shirt and pulls it up and over Rune's head. He Ming knows he's rushing this part. He's going in fits and starts, speeding through the motions that are easy and getting caught on the ones that overwhelm even the comfort of familiarity. They've slept in the same bed since that time, but they haven't done this. ]

...it's too dark to see you. [ He Ming lets the shirt drop to the side and makes out the shape of him with his hands. He brings both to rest on his shoulders and traces the sides of his throat with his thumbs, up and down, before letting them come to rest lightly beneath his jaw. The others interlace at the nape of his neck. Rune is breathing, alive and warm, between his palms.

Maybe that's all he can ask. ]

I'm happy as long as it's you, Rune. I don't know if I want any more... anything else. [ Rune has offered himself, so maybe he wants the same. He Ming bends and kisses him again, now more urgently. He comes away with more words. ] For as long as I can have you.

[ Rune doesn't resist, doesn't struggle.

It's almost intimate despite the urgency, only helping He Ming with his shirt when it gets a little stuck going over his head. He's still left in an undershirt, which he quickly pulls free of his pants and slips out of, dropping it just as those fingers find his shoulders. His comment about the darkness of the room doesn't go unnoticed either, thinking back to that place and how he'd found He Ming. The thought's a nauseating one, forcing himself to get lost in the pressure of his mouth and the warmth of his words so he doesn't dwell on it. Has it been long enough, he wonders. It's all he can think about as he slides a hand to He Ming's hip. ]

I'm not going anywhere. [ He murmurs it between them, shifting backwards onto the mattress so he can drag He Ming on top of him. He kisses the corner of his mouth. ] I said I was yours. I meant that.

[ Of course he did. There's not anything Rune says that he doesn't mean, and he pushes his hands up beneath the flimsy material of that dress to press his palms against the warm skin of He Ming's back. He's never allowed himself to get this distracted, to want more than what his magic would offer him, but this is... more. It's so much more than that, turning his face to kiss him firmly and hold him close. ]

I'm yours forever.

[ Which might not even be that long considering all the enemies he has, but Rune doesn't care. He'll give He Ming whatever he wants regardless of the cost. ]

[ Drawn in, He Ming follows Rune onto the bed, hands still cradling his head even though his hair is back to normal. Whatever he says, He Ming feels the need to hold onto him. ]

Forever. [ He knows how old Rune is. They're fundamentally different. He Ming doesn't really mind the technicalities, though. After another kiss, he sits up. He reaches back under the dress and pulls his boxers off, leaving the garter where it is next to a couple of marks from Rune's mouth. He throws those off the bed, reaching forward in the same motion to turn on the lamp by the headboard. As soon as the light is on them, he feels better. ]

I mean, I'm not worrying about the future. [ Moving on his knees, he moves around to lay half on top of him, only leaving room to reach down. Chin propped up on his hand, he turns enough to kiss his cheek and his mouth a few times while his other works to gain access. Seeing his face clearly now makes He Ming break out into a smile. His thoughts aren't racing freely in dark anymore. ]

You mean, as long as you can, you'll stay with me. [ He gets the zip down and grins, victorious, as he slides his hand into the front of his pants. ] So I won't make you go to any more parties if you don't want to, but I want to spend more time with you.

[ Does he believe him enough when he says that? Not worrying about the future?

Rune's never really considered it to cause worry, but it's something that humans dwell on constantly. Something that keeps them motivated and preoccupied whereas Rune thinks about his magic and the still-tender flesh of his ear where the tag had been. He thinks about He Ming and wants to keep him safe, a relatively new investment in the scheme of things, but there are other things he has yet to factor in. Like his mortality and that gift of his that he knows so very little about.

He blinks at the turn of the light, unable to say he's going to miss He Ming's underwear at all. Rune takes hold of his chin before they kiss again. ]

I mean forever. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you, and I don't see that changing. [ Not when he's very hard to love outside of what they have. Rune hadn't been seeking out something like this though; he'd just happened to fall into it. ] I don't mind parties either – if that's what you want to do. I was just distracted.

[ Like right now. A slight shift of his hips, and he presses up into He Ming's hand, leaning so he can kiss him—cheek, chin, lips. ]

Should we go somewhere together? [ A vacation, maybe. One that also won't involve witches wanting to kill either of them. ]

Okay, forever. With a party once in a while. [ He would go to them alone, but it's more time he wants to share with Rune. The longer they can spend together, the longer time will feel.

He cups his palm around Rune. He makes a soft sound with each kiss, easing into a quiet hum as he slips his fingers under fabric to touch him skin to skin. This sort of physical connection is how they'd started. They're more deeply intertwined now, an escalation that had been spurred by necessity, and He Ming has to think for a few seconds before he comes up with a vacation idea. ]

Let's go somewhere away from the city. [ Stroking him slowly with his fingers, He Ming wriggles on the bed to mold to his side, a leg hooking over Rune's for extra connection. He can imagine it now—a place quiet and surrounded by trees, but not that house they'd escaped to before. ] You can work on your magic there. And I'll distract you from your work, like this.

[ It might have been how they'd started, but there's a different energy to the way they touch each other now.

Rune enjoys it more. There's not a means to an end except whatever either of them might want, and at this very moment, he's more than happy to surrender it all to He Ming. His eyes close at the touch of his hand, rolling his hips just a little for added friction and enjoying the contact of He Ming's body along his. It's good, a much better environment than the party and its music and the cramped bathroom, and gently, he curls an arm around his shoulders, fingers pressing into his hair. ]

Or we could go somewhere away from here and distract each other. [ He thinks that sounds like a better plan since he can always work on his magic any time. A pause, fingers running down He Ming's spine and the back of his arm to grip the wrist of the hand in his pants, and Rune murmurs it into the kiss. ] There's a place I want to take you. No one else has seen it but me.

[ And he doesn't expect them to get ambushed either, so that would be the nicest thing about it. Also possibly fucking He Ming right out in the open on the grass, but Rune focuses on the present, trying to urge He Ming to go a little faster with the way he touches him. ]

Somewhere further away? [ He Ming wonders, and imagines, thinking of a secluded place with Rune, how it'd be even more private than this. Already he feels like his entire world is subsumed by him. Humming at the touch of his hand, He Ming nestles in. He smiles against his mouth. ] I want to share it with you.

[ There are limits to everything. As long as Rune wants to share, as long as He Ming is alive, as long as Rune survives too, He Ming thinks it'll be enough. He likes it. Besides, he's not sure he's ever been on a trip with a partner before that wasn't party-oriented.

His hips come forward, pressing to Rune's side. Following his wordless urging he begins to move his hand more quickly. ]

Did you think about this while we were outside? [ The dark doesn't seem so important now. He can't explain everything he'd felt out there, but he can tease about it. He Ming nuzzles into his mouth, kissing him firmly and working his way to the side where he can mirror Rune's earlier attentions to his neck. ] Or while we were in the bar?

[ Rune nods a little like that will explain everything he means about where they might go.

He'll have to explain it to him later, but for now, his concentration is mostly focused on the warmth of He Ming's body against his and the stroke of his hand. Everything that's between them and what the future might hold, where their paths might take them. Rune wants to protect him, but he also wants to savor what they have, pressing into the attention of He Ming's mouth and searching for some kind of answer that feels satisfactory. ]

I always think about you. [ Which isn't exactly what he's asking. ] I wanted to have you where everyone could see. [ A murmur, and Rune turns just enough to kiss him. ] So they know you're mine.

[ But it's only something to think about, reaching down to take that hand and push it away so he can roll them over, settling comfortably atop He Ming. He rests their foreheads together, kissing him lightly and then nipping at his bottom lip as if trying to remind him that his teeth are still glamoured. It doesn't feel like it's the most important detail now, brushing a thumb over his cheek. ]

But I also want to know what you want. [ Right there, right now. While they're alone with no interruptions. ]

[ He Ming's hand picks up speed, the movement becoming more automatic. This is both distracting and pleasantly new, the warmth between them stoked higher and hotter.

He misses the shape of his cock when Rune pulls his hand away. ]

I think—they knew. [ Turned onto his back, He Ming slowly shuts his eyes when Rune kisses him. The bed is comfortable, not the scratchy hardness of concrete, so he can keep breathing. Even with his flat teeth he nips back at Rune's lip. ] I think they saw plenty.

[ For all he'd said earlier, He Ming wants something else now. He looks up, eyes catching on the points of his glamoured teeth, as he begins to reach down. ]

Then I want you to ride me. [ The skirt is already tented. He Ming takes his time pulling it up, breath hitching when the lace hem skims over the tip and he feels the cool air hit him. He still sees nothing but Rune. Swallowing heavily, he slides his hand to the small of Rune's back. He spreads his fingers, feeling his muscles shift under his palm, wanting to press closer, somehow meet him through their skin.

He wants to be inside Rune. He Ming swallows again, dry throat clicking. He closes his hand in a fruitless attempt for a grip and only ends up drawing his nails over his skin. ]

We haven't done it that way before. Is that okay?

[ When it comes to sex, Rune has no real preference. Maybe it stems from all the years he's done it, focused more on the outcome and the source of energy expelled during rituals rather than anything else, but with He Ming, it's different. Even their very first time together is still something Rune thinks about often, and this? Rune will remember this for as long as he's able, admiring him before he leans down to kiss him first.

He's beautiful, even in the cheap dress he's wearing, and Rune bunches up the hem of it to help He Ming get it out of the way. Then, he idly touches the shape of his cock with his fingertips, tracing over the head and down the length of it while they kiss. He knows he doesn't need help staying hard, but he wants to appreciate him, mouthing along his jaw to his ear and purposely biting into the lobe so that he feels his teeth. ]

Let me think about it. [ Which is mostly just a humored sort of tease, pulling away to find the lube. That, too, he's familiar with, and it doesn't take long at all for Rune to return to pressing against He Ming, fingers slick as he strokes him lightly. ] Are you going to watch me?

[ It's just a question, low and quiet as he maneuvers to finger himself. This position doesn't allow for anything deep, but Rune isn't really looking for that, eventually shifting to hold He Ming steady so he can slowly and carefully work his cock inside him. The discomfort he swallows the entire time without much visible reaction, meeting He Ming's eyes and never looking away. There's something about this request that Rune wants to give him, even if he might not know exactly what that is. ]

Of course I'm going to watch. [ He says, even though his eyelids flutter and he can feel a pulse in his groin after that bite. His hands clench into fists, one holding onto the skirt and the other at Rune's back, as he draws himself back to focus. ] I like seeing you above me.

[ Any other time, He Ming has and would be happy to switch positions, but there's something gratifying about how broad Rune's shoulders seem silhouetted against his blank ceiling. He palms at his back again. As Rune begins to take him in, after barely a pause for preparation, He Ming has to shut his eyes for a moment to catch his breath. He opens them as soon as he feels he can control himself while continuing eye contact. ]

It's good. [ Words disappearing into a pant, He Ming moans, softly, pressing his hand against Rune's back. Every shift of Rune's body, his breath, travels through him. Pushing just his hips up, He Ming arches, letting his head fall back. He's greedy for more. The way Rune is looking at him only feeds it. ] You feel so good. I could just stay like this forever.

[ He Ming's response earns a slight smile, though it's mostly just a muted grimace until he's settled on him as much as he can manage. That shift of his hips doesn't do Rune any favors, his breath heavier and pausing a second to collect himself before leaning over him. He doesn't look away, keeping his gaze steady until he kisses him to savor the sensation of it. There's always something about being with He Ming that he can't get enough of, and Rune's focused only on taking it. ]

Maybe you could, but I want you to come. [ Straightforward, murmured right against his lips. ] Fuck me.

[ Which isn't quite how this position works, so Rune helps to set the pace. At first, when he lifts up, he's reminded of his impatience, but it's easy to ignore in favor of sinking down on him once more, one hand lightly braced against He Ming's chest and the other at his hip like he needs the cue to meet him in the middle. He knows he doesn't, but this is really just about what He Ming might want and trying to anticipate it so Rune can give it to him. He'll spend however long it takes earning back all that intimacy and the small things he'd gotten used to, shifting down and grinding a little harder on the next rocking motion of their bodies.

It's only about them anyway, dropping his hand to grasp at He Ming's so he can press his palm against his chest. Feel him, feel this. And not once does he look away from him, his name on the tip of his tongue. ]

[ The weight of Rune on his legs is nice, the warmth of his body nicer. He Ming wraps his arms greedily around him as they kiss. He tries to not move too much, at least not until Rune tells him he's ready.

The moment he does, He Ming's hips rise from the bed. ] I want to. [ He pushes up into Rune again to meet him. ] I want that too.

[ There's give and take, an exchange and a conversation. He Ming splays his fingers on his chest and tries to feel for his pulse. Behind the sound of their bodies, he can hear the whispers returning, echoing his pleasure and Rune's as they fuck. Ever since his sight was removed and then returned they've been intermittent. He didn't try to call on them, but He Ming won't let it distract him. Rune is here. Rune keeps him safe, and He Ming wants so badly to make sure that Rune knows he'll do the same. ]

Kiss me again. [ He moves his hips in small motions, run too ragged to keep up much rhythm. With how Rune looks at him, he knows he won't last for long. Another kiss might be the end. He asks for it, anyway, as he pulls Rune's hips down so he can grind into him. Moving his hand to grip Rune, He Ming moves his hand quickly, desperate to intensify the connection in their gaze. ]

I'm close—Rune. I want to come with you.

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