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bonnefoisSleep is painful at the moment. Gah, painkillers, start working. So manga and requests it is.
Oh wow. Bleach just ate me. You see, I was waiting for the last HikaGo download to finish, so I started chipping away at the Bleach backlog I had.
IT IS SO RETARDED AND DORKY ♥ I love it. Ishida is the biggest dork ever. I mean omg HANDICRAFTS?! XD And Ichigo just kills me. Especially as Ishida was telling his tale of woe and he was like ">O YOUR STORY WAS SO LONG I FORGOT HALF OF IT WHILE YOU WERE TALKING" No seriously, he says that. Then slams Ishisa against a hollow XD it was love.
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laliho, I'm so stalking your fics now.
IT HAS ANIME FEMALES WHO DON'T MAKE ME WANT TO GET A SEX CHANGE OUT OF SHAME OF BEING THE SAME GENDER ♥
And to prove that I DO work and am not totally a lazy ass:
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ego_chan
[KuroFai]
unfurl
v. to unroll or unfold; to open up or out
“You– ” Fai’s voice did not change in tone as his fingers began to busy themselves tracing just over the line of angular jaw, just above unknown lips and against rough hewn skin.
–do not know me the unsaid words stayed apparent in the way Fai lips curved into something not quite resembling a smile – More of a tribute to ache and misery than something resembling happiness.
Kurogane’s hands clamped down on Fai’s arm, capturing him in a vice-like grasp. There is a tension in the air, thick like clay coagulating into earth like spilled blood on rainswept fields.
Fai is slippery, elusive enough to find ways to leave himself uncategorized, to continue being, breathing without living. So Kurogane holds on.
Fai tenses, but does not resist, tilts his body in a better way for it to be exposed, a semi-flirtatious glance though half-lidded eyes, his eyelashes look as golden as his hair in the low lamplight.
“...You wish to give it a try?”
In response, searching fingertips slide down Fai’s back, against the curl of spine and beside where wings had once been etched in ink. A seal burnt into his skin for what he could not say for Fai’s lips were closed with secrets and burdens and everything unsaid – he did not know the meaning behind them, only the collected signs found in expressions, pressed into meaning, it sufficed for something resembling knowledge . It was enough, for now.
Thigh over thigh, they fit together surprisingly well, molded clay on the potter’s wheel, Fai is pliable and formed in Kurogane’s hands. Neither asks if perhaps this was a placeholder for someone else, if those arms weren’t tracing patterns and love letters scratched into skin for someone else.
It’s not trust, but denial. Each wonders, but does not say – trust is foreign for both of them, it is a language learned with time, steps they still must take.
In the morning, Fai seems to open like a pale, white flower spread over even whiter sheets.
They do not kiss, but there is a transcending feeling, to act upon it would lessen it so they
go on as if nothing had happened. Change takes time, and it is slow to both of them.
Kurogane thinks that he has never appreciated poetry, such as when it was read aloud in court or when Tomoyo quoted archaic words of wisdom.
But then, he always interpreted verse to be something felt and not said.
[Forgive me if I missed anything while editing, I'm not in the best mental state at the moment.]
Oh wow. Bleach just ate me. You see, I was waiting for the last HikaGo download to finish, so I started chipping away at the Bleach backlog I had.
IT IS SO RETARDED AND DORKY ♥ I love it. Ishida is the biggest dork ever. I mean omg HANDICRAFTS?! XD And Ichigo just kills me. Especially as Ishida was telling his tale of woe and he was like ">O YOUR STORY WAS SO LONG I FORGOT HALF OF IT WHILE YOU WERE TALKING" No seriously, he says that. Then slams Ishisa against a hollow XD it was love.
laliho, I'm so stalking your fics now.IT HAS ANIME FEMALES WHO DON'T MAKE ME WANT TO GET A SEX CHANGE OUT OF SHAME OF BEING THE SAME GENDER ♥
And to prove that I DO work and am not totally a lazy ass:
unfurl
For
ego_chan[KuroFai]
unfurl
v. to unroll or unfold; to open up or out
“You– ” Fai’s voice did not change in tone as his fingers began to busy themselves tracing just over the line of angular jaw, just above unknown lips and against rough hewn skin.
–do not know me the unsaid words stayed apparent in the way Fai lips curved into something not quite resembling a smile – More of a tribute to ache and misery than something resembling happiness.
Kurogane’s hands clamped down on Fai’s arm, capturing him in a vice-like grasp. There is a tension in the air, thick like clay coagulating into earth like spilled blood on rainswept fields.
Fai is slippery, elusive enough to find ways to leave himself uncategorized, to continue being, breathing without living. So Kurogane holds on.
Fai tenses, but does not resist, tilts his body in a better way for it to be exposed, a semi-flirtatious glance though half-lidded eyes, his eyelashes look as golden as his hair in the low lamplight.
“...You wish to give it a try?”
In response, searching fingertips slide down Fai’s back, against the curl of spine and beside where wings had once been etched in ink. A seal burnt into his skin for what he could not say for Fai’s lips were closed with secrets and burdens and everything unsaid – he did not know the meaning behind them, only the collected signs found in expressions, pressed into meaning, it sufficed for something resembling knowledge . It was enough, for now.
Thigh over thigh, they fit together surprisingly well, molded clay on the potter’s wheel, Fai is pliable and formed in Kurogane’s hands. Neither asks if perhaps this was a placeholder for someone else, if those arms weren’t tracing patterns and love letters scratched into skin for someone else.
It’s not trust, but denial. Each wonders, but does not say – trust is foreign for both of them, it is a language learned with time, steps they still must take.
In the morning, Fai seems to open like a pale, white flower spread over even whiter sheets.
They do not kiss, but there is a transcending feeling, to act upon it would lessen it so they
go on as if nothing had happened. Change takes time, and it is slow to both of them.
Kurogane thinks that he has never appreciated poetry, such as when it was read aloud in court or when Tomoyo quoted archaic words of wisdom.
But then, he always interpreted verse to be something felt and not said.
[Forgive me if I missed anything while editing, I'm not in the best mental state at the moment.]
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Date: 2005-10-05 10:53 pm (UTC)