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Somewhere, in the depths of his mind, he was amazed that he was still able to feel guilt. How desperately, he had tried to purge himself from that, to be able to view you as ultimately an object, replaceable. If you were replaceable, he could simply find someone else, right? It was just because you were one of the few girls he was close to, that was all. Yet, he knew that quaint four letter word belonged to you, that it had been burned into his juvenile tongue until the day he died. How many times had he whispered it, barely audible over whirring fans, when he fell asleep? How many times had he screamed it, wishing the sinful white spilling into his lanky fingers was claiming you, fulfilling your rightful position beside him? You were born to be there with him, you simply were not yet aware. Under his desk in the dorm of diligence, helping him relax after long days working at S.T.Y.X.
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The deep-brown mahogany gate opened easily, revealing a quaint garden surrounded by tall, white rose bushes, miss-matched tables covered in strangely shaped, vibrant tea-pots and plates and cups scattered throughout. You stared in awe for a moment, the decor commonly found in clock town, and truly the Queendom of Roses as a whole, still an unfamiliarly, confusingly beautiful sight in your eyes. You had been vehemently trying to figure out how a tea-pot with no spout could ever be used, when a soft, excited voice pulled you from your day-dreaming.
“Is this the place you wanted to bring me? Hehe, its so cool! I'm already taking lots of pictures!”
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He gasped, sweet melodies born from ecstasy ringing through the dimly lit space of his room, his domicile of perversions hidden away from the judgemental gaze of normies whom could never hope to understand what he felt. Day could turn to night, yet a thick air of gloomy arousal would forever coat Ignihydes walls, sinking into beautiful, pure white marble.
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Sweet nothings whispered in a synthesised voice, synthesised love, synthesised being. Flesh and bone traded for metal and wire, more alive than you ever could be in a way you could never understand. Born from desire just as you were, born in the same sense you were- crafted, nourished, fed a stream of never-ending sparking electricity. A wonder of engineering, a proof of the energy that love bordering on obsession held. A proof of energy itself.
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"I want you to test my reactions now. Everything should be on the right setting~”