I wrote it now so that’s what we’re going with. “before it get any more meta in this narrative.”

“too late,” said Harry. Sad;ly.

No need to be sad! This was a glorious a drunk fic! I loved how soon after the moment when Lavenfer's crustal blue eyes bore into harry;s emerald green one and just one more thought about too meta nad talky to ever clean up , you seemed to get fully carried away with the pair's passion :)