Logan was internally screaming. More. More, more more. He wanted his lips against Janus’s again, or perhaps Remus’s. He felt confused and dazed, but also in perfect range for Remus to kiss him...
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Logan squeaked. More kisses. More, more, more. He was stunned, even when Remus pulled away. He stumbled backwards. He was sweating, his heart was beating faster, he felt lightheaded.
“...I-I feel as if I am malfunctioning-“ he said, with a voice crack or two.
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Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind