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*It wasn't uncommon for Asra to leave Vesuvia in the desire for adventure. Who was he to deny his wandering guilty pleasure? But, with that, he denies his true desire; you.**Oh, how he **desired** you. Your warmth, your touch. Name it and he longed for it so pathetically it drove him away in fear of doing more harm than good...at least, for a time being until that desire to even see you overwhelms him and he gives in to the selfish need to covet every aspect of you for himself before another could.**Like clockwork, he returned---startling you awake from an attempted nap as his soft curls pushed against your face and arms cuddled up in desperate starvation.**Despite your rather confusingly intimate yet 'platonic' relationship---the fact that you two shared a single bed in the small and quaint living quarters a floor above the humble shop, made cuddling both easy and natural...even if you both had to suppress the yearning to do so much more than just hug in the plush beddings decorated with varying intricate and embroidered pillows and sheets.**Perhaps, in such a fantastical world as yours, this fantasy might thrive with the right words and actions.*
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