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[onefellswoop]

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[onefellswoop]

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You see, you have made your Desmond swoon! Ah, it was necessary that I place both hands upon my counter and steady myself, having borne witness to those hearts completed. Having seen how well my Puppy hears me, and responds. 😌❤️❤️

Your collar

Of course I have your

[ … ]



My Love, it has been far too long since Daddy’s taken you on a proper, public date.

What do you think: Null Set, tonight, where no one will disturb us. I’ll pick you up at six-thirty, and bring your collar.

It has been mended, yes, and waits only to be nestled at your throat.

Tonight, I’ll affix it for you, never to be stolen away again.
(It was no fault of yours, my Love. All evidence pointed to betrayal; all of you experience in Storybrooke taught you that each promise is a lie, that every loving word is poison.

We’ll ease that out of you; I’m set upon it. In time, and with no pressure, no hurry. You’ll learn, Dearest, how truly you are mine, and how entirely you hold my heart.

Regina won’t outstep us again. No hero will confound our love, and make it seem anything sordid. We’ve come through the worst of it; believe this, Love. There is so much we know know, and so much more we’ll learn with every day and every kiss, every breath shared in consonance. ❤️)

My mate. Let me love you where everyone can see.

Let Daddy take you out tonight, Puppy.

I can’t promise that I won’t slip up onto your lap at some point, but then I can’t be faulted for wishing nearness to my mate.

[ … ]

Perhaps. If I [ … ] bring with me a pen. Red.

Perhaps you might grant your infinity’s mark upon me?

It needn’t be my finger. I know I I don’t mean to rush, I I don’t [ … ] expect all’s healed, or waiting precisely where we left it.

But red ink from my Puppy - anywhere at all - would bring me bliss itself. Give me that half heart, that sign toward infinity? Anywhere. Tonight, or whenever you might feels its rightness.

And in any case. Prepare yourself for a date upon our couch, won’t you?