<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Everything he had held to be true was shattering around him faster than he could cope with in such a short time he didn't jump when the doctor pressed the different collar to his arm. If anything it wound the sensations in him up tighter. He reminded himself to breath after his tears were being tended to by the man who set his whole world on its head. Those golden eyes stared into brown ones that seemed to hold his life in them. <br/>
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"No," He whispered. His magic made him meek and sensitive to everything. It hadn't just been ages. He couldn't remember what it was like to have his magic fill him so much that he felt comforted by the warmth it gave. The man with his face in his hand was the only on he had eyes and ears for in that moment. <br/>
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Free was an alien term to him. No one had ever told him he might experience the bliss that came from no having that blasted cold iron around his neck. He leaned towards Taiga more now than when they were dancing in the club. There was something that made him want to rub himself all over the other like an over grown cat in a bed of catnip. His body reacted just as much as his magic did to the nearness of the other.</span>