“Hey, hey – it’s-it’s alright. Everyone gets lonely. Gets drunk. Asks for things they don’t mean. It’s just that…being who I am – what – I am, when I get called to…service…”
He winces at that particular word; but seems to realize he can’t take it back now, “I have to either perform or be dismissed. Like rubbing on a genie’s lamp.”
reward for @cellard0ors for summoning you, her shelsey fic for our Valentine’s challenge








