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“You want a hit?” Rand mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut for a second as he leaned down so their faces were practically touching.
“No… no I’m okay…” Rolan stumbled, voice sounding nothing like his own as he could scarcely make himself look human. He already felt high enough already, he didn’t need anymore weed. He could still feel the warmth in his chest, the burning feeling of Rand’s hands against his skin. How he felt like actual putty whenever Rand would touch him or look at him with that pure loving expression that he always did.
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Lua I am unwell about them
silly rand. how oblivious is he to the effects he has on rolan? the look on his eyes are worth a thousand shots. his gentle touches burned hotter than the smoke that filled his lungs. his whispers intoxicated him, took over all of his senses, made him feel like floating and falling at the same time. he didnt need any drugs to feel euphoria, not when he had timothy rand holding his hand.