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[foxtrots]

Ah, this might be a strange question.

[has that ever stopped him before? nope. but the fact that he acknowledges that such a thing is even possible counts for something.]

I was curious about tattoos, and if you have them, why you got them. I know some people like pretty things on their skin, and I think that's fine. Your body's the only thing that's really yours, right?

[though minsu's been through his share of those as a shape-shifter, he's finally settled on one that has meaning to him. too much so to cast aside.]

But does anyone have one that's really meaningful to you? Like something you really wanted to make a part of you forever.

I have something like that now, and I thought I'd look for a place that does them after work.

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[foxtrots]

[there's such power in sage's lips. it's not just their power to utter hexes and spells, it's this too. he can cast a hundred little spells over the fox, communicate a hundred different things. the soft kisses that tell minsu what he needs. the playful pecks that tell him how happy he's feeling.

this kiss is saying just one thing, with his body reiterating it. and minsu whines, he can't help himself, not when sage is rocking against him that way. it conjures too many images - not of the past, but of ones that he's imagined. more and more lately.]

Whatever you want...

[sage knows it, but minsu doesn't feel like he can ever remind him enough. there's a question in the witch's eyes, and the desire in the fox's answers it.

he wants him, wants everything that they're doing right now and more, with nothing between them, with sage rocking and making those sounds because he's inside of him. he wants to wake up on this couch still tangled together, and to carry him to their bed where they can do it all over again.]