ok, kuro-pooh
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Kurogane's blood rushes to his brain waking up to Tomoyo. He didn't expect her to really be there. He notices how much she makes his blood burn, but always in the foreground he knows Fye makes his blood sing. The slight sting left by the mage's fist tingles like new life, that girlish and impetuous grin twists his gut and the warrior understands that this has gotten extremely serious. He'd placed such a great deal of energy in reserving himself away. Now, the anguish of having lost something precious to his dignity and gained something that's beautiful in its intricacy, is exposing him. It's making a man out of him, and he longs for Tomoyo but Fye and he are so intimately twined, it makes the longing bittersweet. She will always be his mistress, but he is master of himself.
Fye is his match.
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to be continued.
AN: I know the chapters are getting shorter. They'll get longer. Just trust me, it's part of the artistic experience :)