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Melodrama's so much fun...

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"Their friendship had progressed in a similar fashion, Acheron being out of touch with much of the world beneath his pedestal, and Seraphim humbling him, making him less insufferable to the people around him until he was nearly a functional member of society. Nearly. Acheron would always be spoiled and histrionic, but by the time they hit puberty, that had just been accepted as part of his personality, and not simply a flaw of his upbringing.

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If it's not too late for coffee...

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"Seraphim exuded his positivity everywhere he went, and Ach swore he could make the actual Sun shine on a cloudy day if he had a mind to. Acheron frequently told him he should be sharing his gift with the world, spreading happiness to people who had none, like some sort of anti-depressant Robin Hood, but Seraphim always insisted that the sunshine in his pocket was strictly for his best friend’s benefit… and Acheron was secretly pleased that he didn’t have to share. "

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Guess I better wash my mouth out

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Call me Desdinova; eternal light

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"Desdinova ate ravenously, but only ever walked the fine line of skeletal and underweight. His exposure to sunlight turned his complexion from translucent to sallow, but too much time under direct UV rays lead him to redden and burn. And friendship… well he took all that he could get, not just from Acheron, but from Seraphim, and the children as well."

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"Even now at twenty, Kiernan was still that saccharine little crybaby, no matter how hard he’d tried to make himself look since then. The retro punk thing he was going for suited him, – ears full of piercings, combat boots and artful holes in his jeans – but he was still five-and-a-half feet of golden hair and baby face."

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"If I thought Lynx had clung to me before our bond, he may as well have been my shadow now. Since Acheron stormed off to Gaia only knew where, my little bond-mate is like a lost puppy, he hasn’t left my side; he follows me to work, he sits on my kitchen counter while I cook us dinner, he sleeps in my bed… "

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Sweet to taste, saccharine