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playin on the radio... they dont make me feel the way you do my friday night guru(s)

You're old.

You're so fucking old.

Thousands of years old.

From before the war, from before the split, from before your wings were ripped out of socket and you lost the mountains, lost your friends, and only Brian was there with you.

You're old, you're miserable, and you're alone. You don't even have Ninja Brian anymore, he's over an ocean and with his flame, his love and his life and his heart and his everything, and you have nothing but a scrap of land with a tiny, dingy house that no one can sell. You're used to it. You curl around the house, sometimes, sure, a ghost that protects it and hides the small treasures you've found- you're an unhealthy incubus, not a dragon.

But then there's a human. 

A soft human, scruffy and tired and small and so perfect, moving in with sparse belongings and a big computer and you breathe in the smell of the house when he's gone, drawn into a lanky human shape with not enough hair, but it's worth it because...

Because you feel like home.

That's what I like to hear, Danny. Get some rest. We'll be right here for you.

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Damn right. Sleep well babe.

Hi, darlin's.