#solodesh

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In a parallel universe, Solomon and Desh are mismatched detectives in disco's golden era where they solve crimes and dance!

"Look where you're swinging your arms!"

There are many subtle whacks upside the head because Solomon is the ditzy one in this wacky pair.

But always, always stick to the groove.

Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive

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Two Allagan clones have a wedding photoshoot.

Studio Shade Aether - Adamantoise Goblet, W28 P42

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#27: Sole

The Meracydians circled Solomon, armed and primed to run him through if he sneezed. "We have you surrounded, Allagan! Lay down your tome and surrender!"

"Hmph." He holstered his grimoire and raised his hands. His topaz carbuncle crouched low and growled at the enemy. "Take your prize to your leader, then."

He let them search his person, snatching his tome away. His carbuncle dissolved into a flurry of sparks. Another tied his hands behind his back and marched him off to their camp, kicking him down to kneel in front of their squad captain.

"Bold of you to face us alone, Allagan," the captain smirked.

He shrugged. "All part of the game," he answered.

"Game? What do you-" The rumbling earth cut the captain's question short. The shadow that eclipsed the encampment looked and felt like a malm long as Meracydian troops gawked up at it.

Desh stood up from his mount, casting an arrogant glance at those beneath him. The dragon threw back its head, its roar shaking the ground and collapsing tents. Behind him, a fleet of Allagan warships approached.

Solomon could only squint through the gushing winds around him. "Bit much isn't it?" he shouted.

"I was ordered to teach a lesson to cocky soldiers who think they can lure a battalion to the enemy on their own." Tied-up Solomon gave him ideas. "You better have something for wasting our time, Solomon."

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Want you to turn out to be so much better than me I want you to have it all

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#19: Weal

Glitter sprinkled over the weal on Desh's cheekbone. It was akin to a light breeze over an open wound: tingling but ineffective. Another pinch of glitter reduced the redness though the swelling persisted. Another round: the welt shrank by a thumbnail. Another, another.

Desh finally pushed Solomon's hand away. "Enough," he growled.

"Hold still, it finally looks better," Solomon insisted.

"It might, but you're still a shite healer and by the time you're done the war will be over. Stick to summoning."

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#16: Jerk

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Xande receives the privilege of one knee; only Desh gets him down on both.

He doesn't need to look at his rival's face. He's seen enough during duels. In battle, backs against waves of enemies. He knows what it looks like in bliss, deep up his ass. Hot breaths behind his ear, fevered mumblings of faint praises. "Gods you feel so good."

Desh yanks on his hair; his head jerks up, slender grey fingers wrap around his throat. He gasps, sweat-cooled skin on his back. "Sing for me, my nightingale," he purrs. Solomon obeys, for tonight he is his. But first he wraps his arm around Desh's head, urging him closer to his lips. "Pay up first."