[This... was nice. He was too tired and in pain to move, so the hug felt refreshing. (...yes, the cleavage helped too.)]
You... are an angel.
[Majid's breathing is slightly ragged and his emerald hair is a mess, but it is his insides that are in the worst shape. His heart is black, the healthy tissue replaced with a spreading, agonizing darkness. It has made its way out into his lungs and spreads through his body with every beat of his heart.
It is like a violent, quick-growing cancer infused with dark magic and hatred.]
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You... are an angel.
[Majid's breathing is slightly ragged and his emerald hair is a mess, but it is his insides that are in the worst shape. His heart is black, the healthy tissue replaced with a spreading, agonizing darkness. It has made its way out into his lungs and spreads through his body with every beat of his heart.
It is like a violent, quick-growing cancer infused with dark magic and hatred.]