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[archer_in_green]

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"Will you warm me now. I fear I feel winter coming too soon and I thing Wing is more than able to watch our guests."

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[flame_archer]

Gladly, sweet brother. [Roy lifts Conner bodily, carrying one of the great silk blankets with them. He finds a private grove, letting the trees form around them to shelter them in a hollow of shafting sunlight.]

Let me warm you, brother love. Let me be your summer. [He lays Connor down, kissing the golden column of his brother's neck.]

[archer_in_green]

"You are the fire that burns in my heart, always." He threads his fingers through Roy's hair, pulling him up to press their lips together. "Show me the heat of your passion. Let me show you how I burn for you in return."

[flame_archer]

[Roy kisses his brother, deep and passionate, plucking at the laces of his tunic.] The fire of my heart is yours, now until the ending of the worlds. [He pulls Connor flush to him, pressing body to body to let the heat he feels flow between them.] I want your fire, my love. I want to bask in the heat of you.

[archer_in_green]

"You need only ask and it's yours." He gasps softly, wriggling out of his tunic.