Anael felt sick at the thought of Coby touching that glyph, of anything like it marring him, so he was glad when his palm slid lower. "Of course," he agreed, t-shirt still in his hands, but he pulled away to put it back on, first. He'd still be able to feel it there, of course, but at least Coby couldn't see it anymore.
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Date: 2017-02-21 03:40 pm (UTC)