"Selfishly, I also never want Benigno to go. I have not kissed nor held any mer, maid, man, or otherwise, in an age, but ny yearning is not founded on loneliness. He tastes of sky, this tender man who sings of the sea and named me river before he had ever heard of the Currents. And when I hold him, every anxious thought subsides with the pleasurable novelty of his human heart fluttering against mine."
— Aug 24, 2025 08:23AM
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