[Theo smiles despite himself - just a little crook of his lips, because yes, you did. He doesn't flinch from touch or closeness, though he is astonishingly good at not touching back - he wants to. He wants to put his hand on Oliver, to feel the warmth of his skin, to scratch it to shreds. He wants to siphon from him the taste of his magic, to bleed his own back into him. He rubs his thumb against his ring finger, caressing the enchanted ink deposit like he might be able to convey any of this to an Oliver somewhere, as the one before him lives in a world sanitized of his existence.]
Definitely left your mark.
[Then left, apparently.]
So you don't remember any of that? Full reset? C'est la vie.
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Definitely left your mark.
[Then left, apparently.]
So you don't remember any of that? Full reset? C'est la vie.