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You're laying on her, rolled into a ball. You're hugging yourself with your legs, your wings trembling against their cover-shards. "Please," you repeat, the clicks of your whispers barely distinct. "Please. Please. I love you. I love-- I love you."
She feels the weight of your warm shell against the softness of her vines. She shifts slightly and as a part of her pulls away from you, you reach out and grab it. It's almost soundless now, just slight vibrations beneath her touch, yet more frantic. "pleasedontgopleasedontgopleasedontgo."
She has no idea how to handle this. She's never been the right person for any of this. Whatever sort of cosmic joke put her here instead of a better, realer affini, she's always hated it. Stars, she thought. What should I--
You hug the vine yet tighter, like you knew. Like you've been thinking of this your whole life. "Anything." You're not loud but forceful, tensed up, a coda of snaps more than clicks. "Do anything-- You want-- to me."
And she gets it.
She wraps her form around you, carefully. Like she's holding the most fragile, most precious treasure in the world, because she is. You're tearing out each and every one of your hearts, and putting them in her grasp, and letting her rip them apart if she wants. A terrible thing to ask of someone, but she finds that she cannot resent you for it.
She knows now, she thinks, why the universe put her here. Someone better at being affini than her would keep you safe, hold you close, make you forget what it feels like to hurt. Distill you down to the best of this you, the part that loves and is loved. Do to you precisely what you want.
But what about the best of every you?
She slips a vine under your head, as her scent shifts from candy and petrichor to something that makes you feel ever so slightly more alert. She lifts your four eyes to her five, lit with a sharpness of every possible color, and speaks with the voice of the whole universe.
She will make you more than you could ever imagine.