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It's been hours, but Abaddon can only remember glimpses. He's sticky and tired in a way this vessel has never been before. While he'd never say it out loud, especially to his human companions, he was worried about his other demonic instincts coming through. His old body was too young and fragile to express something as difficult as a heat. Esther's arm was a comfort to his old scar, rubbing small circles over the hickies that outlined it.
Hm. That's weird.
rapid sequel to that one orphan fic- Language:
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18 Jun 2026