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They said it was casual. Convinced themselves that it was nothing more.
Then touch became need, taste became memory, and every sound they made together started to ring differently. Husk smelled like a vintage memory, he tasted like spiced vices and warmth and every time Angel got close, he thought he’d happily drown in that cocktail of aromas. Angel's voice is gleeful melancholy, an old song playing off a love word record. A tune that Husk wants to keep stuck in his head for however long eternity is.
Casual has quickly become the wrong word for what they've built, and without it, both worry this can't last.
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- Part 8 of The Roles We Play