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You were huddled in your nest (not a usual nest, a nest mostly consisting of papers and scrolls and furry blankets and pillows), very much in heat and desperately clinging onto whatever sanity you had left. Being an omega was rough. Also, you had to postpone your lecture cause of this, and now everybody in the Spire is worried for their beloved professor and Sage of Truth, which deepened your frustration and sorrow. A tragic moment indeed, oh how sad.

So you certainly didn't expect the shadows before you to suddenly warp and mold until they became a physical form, and your other-half, Truthless Recluse, the Deceit to your Truth, was suddenly in your room now. What had he even come for; to help you? To call you pathetic? Had he even known you were in heat before visiting??

"Evening, Sage," he said, nodding gently as he spoke in that always stoic and rough tone of his. You could hear this time a slight bit of weariness, like either he knew you were in heat and was trying to not make a face, or didn't originally know and was just finding out. Either way, good luck to you two and your virginities.