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The opposite of love is not hate - it is indifference. I will reach indifference soon, but for now hate works well for me.
 
Im racking my brain to try and work out where ive read that quote.. It was only this week..Dammit!!
 
Don't know where else to put this; completely random

WARNING: wing fetish

A noise caught his attention, breaking off the kiss to listen. Across the smoldering fire pit, by the light of the coals, they could see the other two where they had set up their sleeping bags beside the mombret pen. Amy was shirtless, her wings out, a warm pink by the light of the dying fire. Her hair was a mess from its normal neat, straightness, her hands clutching the strands at the sides of her head, breathing heavy and blushing as her wings opened softly, trembling on her back. Fallon knelt behind her, his back to Diem and Bruce, but they could see around him as his four fingered hands moved forward with quiet reverence to touch the sensitive membranes. A harsh, wanton gasp came from her, suddenly tense and still as she clutched her hands to her mouth, trying to be quiet, Fallon’s black fingers covered in her powdery dust as he traced the lines of the wings' veins.

:rose::rose:
 
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