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“Achilles's hair, soft and golden curls, wrapping around his hand as he strokes through it with a desperate need. His voice is soft, too, hushed laugh resting upon Patroclus's lips, as they scarcely break apart from each other for but a moment. But Achilles's arms are anything but soft, holding him in their tight embrace, demanding more with a sort of need that only Patroclus can draw out of him.“















