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He says something back and we bitch and bicker to an impasse before catching some mischief in each other’s eyes and bursting out laughing. — We cannae do this any mair, Simon, I tell him. It was awright as young boys, but now we’re starting tae sound like a pair ay auld queens. Can you imagine us ten years on?

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them .

With a wince, Mark reaches for the glass and gives a small nod of thanks to Simon - who had just a few moments ago beaten Mark bloody with a pool cue. Taking a drink, he lets out a soft breath as the liquid slides down his throat, leaving a satisfying burn in its wake.

He picks up a nearby rag and begins wiping the smears, spilt beer taken straight from the spout and into Mark’s face, and splatters of blood, presumably still from Mark’s face. Just like him to come in here and ruin my bar, the cunt.

Just like him to come in here. He tossed the rag down, peeling his eyes from staring at the countertop to drilling them into the man in front of him.

“Twenty years. Twenty bloody years.” He heaved in a breath, stopping himself from letting the rage from before wash over him again. For fuck’s sake, he was nearly 44 by now - the last time he saw that poor, bastard face in front of him, he was still a lively and crazed 20 year old. That seemed like an eternity ago.

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“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

“Hands off!”

“What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”

“I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”

“Don’t ever leave my sight again.”

“I got your back.”

“Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

“I’d die for you.”

“You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”

“Get behind me NOW.”

“Here, I have an extra weapon.”

“Duck, you idiot!”

“Go on without me.”

“Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”

“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“You can stop hugging me now.”

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”

“Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”

“I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”

“If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”

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