It's not where the Cat King is, either. All he wants to do is melt in against Iago, breathe him in, forget these last few weeks ever happened. The warmth - and the company - ease his sore muscles and loosen the ache in his chest. It's not gone. He's not sure it can ever be gone. But he can pretend it doesn't exist so long as they're here, tangled up in each other.
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Date: 2025-09-01 08:23 pm (UTC)