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Where the flaming tongues of her hair caressed his skin, his flesh became liquid, dripping and sliding from his bones. Malleable. Pliable. Haunted with whimsy, vibrating with a delightful ecstasy that made his lungs as barren and as hungry as a desert. Had there been a time when they- when  he- was solid? He almost couldn't recall. Her very presence muddied his mind, pulling him deep into an abyss of pure light. Where she was warm. Where she was serene. Where she was nothing but elation and acceptance. But for all its glory, it was the one place... ...where he wasn't safe. He knew he wasn't safe. And deep inside, he suspected she did, to