But I got home and read the second half and I would so bow down if you could see me.
Niou howls, but Yagyuu just smiles, lips skinning back from teeth in a rictus that is as obedient as Kimichi’s is kind, and says, “As you wish."
I weep at this because of how beautifully morbid it is and how wonderfully Yagyuu it is.
How Niou is in his brain, how his voice is almost embedded within his thoughts, I'm left in awe and even more awe at how you do this and I want to cry, but in a good way, because your writing is so fucking good.
Yagyuu.
Smoking.
How I love thee. There are so many ways and so many reasons, they are countless and they are more numerous then the stars in the sky. I am a dork. I am an utter dork and still lolling about and trying to take my jaw off the ground at this fic.
This is what is difficult: wearing charcoal and bloodred on the tennis courts instead of black and yellow.
This is what is difficult: waking up in the morning and knowing who he’s going to be the entire day.
No words can describe the love I have for you at those two sentences.
“Mild Sevens and a lighter, please,” he says, pushing the money across the counter.
I like because when I go to buy cigarettes or watch other's buy cigarettes ahead of me in the line, there is never a please, nor there is a thank you. There's just a hustle and bustle, people hand the money over and take the goods. The please is what makes me weep because it's so simple in it's own way, easy to read and pass over, while taking it into your head but at the same time, so YAGYUU, that a whole bunch of complexities are added.
I am aware that I am babbling and probably incoherent and not making much sense but dude, I shall wait in anticipation for the next chapter.
I SPARKLE FOR YOU! *sparkles and sparkles and sparkles*
[p.s. I am sorry for babbling and taking up space and not making any sense at all]
::sparkles like mad back:: Thank you! You're making me blush. ^_______^;; I'm so glad you liked it, because I wasn't sure it was as good as the first chapter and I had to post it because I'm going to camp tomorrow and whew, SO MUCH RELIEF I LOVE YOU SO.
I'm not exactly the poster child for coherency either, as you can see. :-P
*sparkles and sparkles for you even more* Dude, of course I loved it <333 and not a good first chapter??? Are you kidding me?? That was fucking WONDERFUL <33
Eep~! Camp!! <33 have fun ^__^ *kissues*
Dude, you are more coherent than me xD
& <-- almost a pretzel and now it just needs chocolate xD *gives you some* <3
But I got home and read the second half and I would so bow down if you could see me.
Niou howls, but Yagyuu just smiles, lips skinning back from teeth in a rictus that is as obedient as Kimichi’s is kind, and says, “As you wish."
I weep at this because of how beautifully morbid it is and how wonderfully Yagyuu it is.
How Niou is in his brain, how his voice is almost embedded within his thoughts, I'm left in awe and even more awe at how you do this and I want to cry, but in a good way, because your writing is so fucking good.
Yagyuu.
Smoking.
How I love thee. There are so many ways and so many reasons, they are countless and they are more numerous then the stars in the sky. I am a dork. I am an utter dork and still lolling about and trying to take my jaw off the ground at this fic.
This is what is difficult: wearing charcoal and bloodred on the tennis courts instead of black and yellow.
This is what is difficult: waking up in the morning and knowing who he’s going to be the entire day.
No words can describe the love I have for you at those two sentences.
“Mild Sevens and a lighter, please,” he says, pushing the money across the counter.
I like because when I go to buy cigarettes or watch other's buy cigarettes ahead of me in the line, there is never a please, nor there is a thank you. There's just a hustle and bustle, people hand the money over and take the goods. The please is what makes me weep because it's so simple in it's own way, easy to read and pass over, while taking it into your head but at the same time, so YAGYUU, that a whole bunch of complexities are added.
I am aware that I am babbling and probably incoherent and not making much sense but dude, I shall wait in anticipation for the next chapter.
I SPARKLE FOR YOU! *sparkles and sparkles and sparkles*
[p.s. I am sorry for babbling and taking up space and not making any sense at all]
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I'm not exactly the poster child for coherency either, as you can see. :-P
Re: chocolate covered pretzel: Hmmmmmm. Chocolate. ::speculates:: ^_________^
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Eep~! Camp!! <33 have fun ^__^ *kissues*
Dude, you are more coherent than me xD
& <-- almost a pretzel and now it just needs chocolate xD *gives you some* <3
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