[He laughs, and it echoes everywhere, returning the affection in full, as Taraja moves to obscure them from general view. Kyle's fingers curl inwards where they are, on Jim, partially clinging to him, and for a moment the warmth is fire again, in their veins, throbbing like a pulse, everywhere.]
[Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, and danced the sky on laughter-silvered wings...]
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[Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, and danced the sky on laughter-silvered wings...]