[ Treasure? He didn't really feel like one, more like an old sack that had been washed ashore and left in the sun to bake. Weathered and torn, yet Rafa still adored him. Vex couldn't understand why, a part of him didn't want to because it was too much to comprehend. Still, he held him like a fae who wasn't about to let him go for the world.
Then in six words his heart was frozen. He was quiet and unmoving, eyes still closed, he listened for the familiar sound of Mark's laugh above the soft rush of the waves. It was there, wasn't it? ... wasn't it?
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Then in six words his heart was frozen. He was quiet and unmoving, eyes still closed, he listened for the familiar sound of Mark's laugh above the soft rush of the waves. It was there, wasn't it? ... wasn't it?
He didn't reply. ]