[For Aramat (& Muraki)] "She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne & she cut your hair"
In the evening of that first of May, the sun going down on a picture-perfect spring day, Tsuzuki has asked the Plot Hole to give him a yard of wide satin ribbon, the color of the cherry blossoms outside his window. Now he sits on the bed, clad only in the collar that Aramat had given him some months ago, and the pink ribbon tied around his eyes, hiding everything from his sight, but he can still hear things and smell things, such as the sleepy birds outside and the cherry blossoms.
He's shifted about, trying to decide how he should present himself: sitting on the bed? Kneeling on the floor? Kneeling on the bed? He opts to sit on the bed, his knees tented, hiding his groin from his visitor. The door is unlocked and he awaits, quivering a bit, his ears peeled, listening for footsteps and the sound of the door opening....
Title nicked from Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah". Warning in advance for naughty things happening.
He's shifted about, trying to decide how he should present himself: sitting on the bed? Kneeling on the floor? Kneeling on the bed? He opts to sit on the bed, his knees tented, hiding his groin from his visitor. The door is unlocked and he awaits, quivering a bit, his ears peeled, listening for footsteps and the sound of the door opening....
Title nicked from Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah". Warning in advance for naughty things happening.