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Previous Post Host didn’t often let himself not be in control. He preferred knowing what was happening, what was going to happen. But he trusted Dark, and so he laid up curled on their bed, with cat ears on his head, with a matching tail, a soft collar around his neck, and mitten with paws on them, which left his fingers free though.

Next Post Fairies were always mischievous little creatures, no matter which kind. Host was no exception to that, even when he was faced with a literal giant. Humans were already giants to him, but a being that was universally seen as giant? It was tremendous, and Host felt like a fly. His tallest was only six inches after all. And still, here he was, flopping down on top of Dark’s head and into his hair. Because he could fly away quick enough before getting squished, and it was comfy.

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