[ There's no hiding they're in love with the same girl. Not as brood, and it isn't really that Ilde minds at all. It's no particular trouble at all until the mistletoe begins to pull, and where normally she would find little sexuality to Steven at all other wires cross. A tangle of feelings between the trio of them, all of them warm, desirous. She doesn't mean to inhale so deeply when their lips touch. ]
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