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mfaeglasgowAvon/Vila.
Lovely fic about Vila upsetting the staus quo.
Vila listened as Avon's heavy breathing slowed toward exhaustion-drugged sleep; he dared to pat the man's shoulder, wishing he could put his arms around him instead. He sat up and went to clean himself before leaving the cabin; it was understood that he would not stay the night. The warm water cascaded down, and Vila let the dejection have its way with his spirit for the time being, as it did more and more often afterward. 