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I have some thoughts about the Emotionally Constipated state of one Corazon de Ballena, because I seem to have a thing for characters that are such things. Receiving?? Affection??? Nonsense.
Short fic under the cut.
“Oh Percy,” Prudence sighed, leaning forward and pressing her forehead into the pirate’s back. “What am I going to do with you.”
Corazon froze, a lance of anxiety shooting through his nerves as the tiefling wrapped her arms around his mid-section. “Nothing,” he managed to get out without his words trembling. “Absolutely nothing. What, are you worried about me? That’s very flattering Prudence but I-”
“-are a hot mess-”
“-you just said I was hot-”
“-and I feel the strange desire to be protective of you.”
He could hardly be blamed for feeling this way. It was totally normal for one’s whole being to drop through the floor at being hugged, because it was totally normal for someone to have lacked physical affection for decades. Everything was fine. Everything was normal. That sudden wave of heat coloring his face? Totally fine, Corazon kept repeating to himself. Prudence was not hugging him and he was not having an emotional crisis. Everything was fine.
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