[The library has become a special place for them; over the moon sweeps, they've spent more and more time there, hidden away in the little room behind the bookshelves, curled together and sleeping peacefully, than they have in Dualscar's bedroom, which is ornately furnished but oddly sterile. When Psii mentions the library, Dualscar makes a throaty purring sound and sucks him deeper, feeling his twin bulges lash against his tongue and between his fangs.]
[He never knew it could be so good, giving to another troll. He'd had no idea until this treasonous rebel, this traitor, this former slave, had come into his life and taught him about the other ways. It's not something Dualscar likes to dwell on, but he wonders, sometimes, when it's late and he can't sleep, what their world could be, if everyone followed the Signless.]
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[He never knew it could be so good, giving to another troll. He'd had no idea until this treasonous rebel, this traitor, this former slave, had come into his life and taught him about the other ways. It's not something Dualscar likes to dwell on, but he wonders, sometimes, when it's late and he can't sleep, what their world could be, if everyone followed the Signless.]