Kame has a habit of breathing. Inhale, exhale, deep and throaty yet exclusively silent. Jin has a habit of finding it disgusting.
Jin closes his eyes and the picture gets smeared with a shade of muddy brown, a colour as if the moon for the sun of Kame’s ruptured idol-teeth. When his eyes flutter open again Kame’s still put where he is, eyes
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Glad you liked it.
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But I think this is one of your best works^^ I mean,it's filled with emotions described perfectly,it's well-written and it kinds of takes your breath away (it did to me at least)
Thanks for posting it^^
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And I personally like that feeding scene too :< Somehow I just have a very strong visual image of the whole ordeal. It's pretty tragic.
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but here i am~ and this fic is awesome *v*
bittersweet is ♥
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