The room itself is dark, too, except for the firelight, and one of those pulses of memory strikes him, of firelight under the dark sky, and a bedroll shared with ruddy Percival. He touches Claudius' lips. "Wilt thou sleep with me? I don't care if anything happens. I want thee to be with me."
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Date: 2023-10-08 01:24 am (UTC)