[He exhales with a barely audible moan when Wanda kisses his chest. Oh, but that feels good, to have her lips on the seam between metal and skin. Nobody seems to know why he's like this, if it's natural for his race or due to some Craft mishap or--something else entirely. Some visitors have even mistaken it for a bizarre kind of cosmetic or illusion.
But they're a part of him, and Wanda, at least, seems to know how to make him feel grateful for that.]
I'm sure. [He strokes her hair lightly, an impossibly tender smile on his face in the dark of the room. Maybe someday...maybe someday this can be the normal way of things. A fanciful thought, but he likes it.
For now, though, the day will begin in earnest soon, and he kisses her lightly on the lips one last (first?) time before he gets out of bed to face it.]
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But they're a part of him, and Wanda, at least, seems to know how to make him feel grateful for that.]
I'm sure. [He strokes her hair lightly, an impossibly tender smile on his face in the dark of the room. Maybe someday...maybe someday this can be the normal way of things. A fanciful thought, but he likes it.
For now, though, the day will begin in earnest soon, and he kisses her lightly on the lips one last (first?) time before he gets out of bed to face it.]