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[8th_ringwraith]

Under it all is a thirst for power isn't it? My interest has never rested so much in theoretical borders and territories as it has in the concrete physicality of the human body. He does not touch me anymore without a slight quickening of the pulse and its satifying to know that a few deft movements would leave him gasping...in pain or pleasure,

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[helm_hammerhand]

*kisses the back of Eight's head*

I'm going to bed.

[8th_ringwraith]

*half guilty look* Okay.

[helm_hammerhand]

*eyes Eight oddly for a moment and pulls him up* You too. You're getting that look again.

[8th_ringwraith]

What look? *traces the muscles along Helm's arm*

[helm_hammerhand]

That look.

*traps Eight's hand* Entirely the result of thinking. We need to break you of it.

[8th_ringwraith]

Oh? *looks up at Helm* And how do you propose to do that?

[helm_hammerhand]

I'll come up with something. I'm talented like that.

[8th_ringwraith]

Yes... yes you are.